love

An unfettered romance was in the wind. Romance was light like a feather on a breeze because of their status was unique and humble to watch. She would love to dance and bounce towards him. He would brighten up and shine towards the sun just to catch her eye. The sexual tension between him and her was always there. She would pass Mr. Stamen and he would stretch out a limb. The feelings of beauty could be seen by all that watch.

Love is a magical reality. To feel love. That was what I felt. The head of gold was sweetness to me. The long limbs calling her from afar. The smell oh how that smell brought me to my knees. The wilderness was wild between us. She gambolled as if dancing was her business. Mr. Stamen met with constant stares and sunlight. He did everything he could to hold unto this glorious moment.

We always had our moments. Sexually she was not Mr. Stamen type. Her dance was wild and faster than anything Mr. Stamen could believe. She was constantly in bright, yellow and black. Singing along she consistently came for me. Smelling of the wild, she was a wonderful delight.

She is for pollen and colors. The stamen of a flower for spreading pollen to his female counterparts. The smell driven relationship of bright yellow and green colors between the both like a lover screaming in amor. Romance between a bee and a sunflower is hard to understand.