Honey Sting

The god of love and pure delight Stole honeycomb from a bee one night. In revenge, the bee stung back so fierce — Eros cried out, pierced by its pierce. Shaken up, the poor little thief, Angry, hid the stolen sweet relief In the rosy lips so soft and fine Of a young beauty divine. "Here," he said, "take my stolen prize, Keep it as a memory in your eyes. From now on, in your lips so sweet, Hold the pleasure, make it complete." Ever since, when I kiss my dear Chloe, Every time our lips meet, oh me — Sweetness and pain hit my heart so deep, Pleasure and sting I always feel. Chloe stings while she makes me sigh, Like that bee's arrow flying high: Honey and poison she pours in me, Torments and thrills me endlessly.