Bees of Great Discomfort

Naturally caring to women with masculinity so pristine I own the road, yet they squeeze through the bridle path I have found my peace but nature envies me, allowing God’s craft to be an inevitable punishment. No honeycomb is invisible to admirers his love for me comes with such consequences. ‘I love you’ from me, but one out of a thousand more confessions. He has completely pledged to me, yet I suffer rough justice they display so much submission like a script from voo-doo. On women, his charisma plays a successful ponzi scheme, geometrically, they increase, I fear and pray for a flatline, these numerous uncontrolled love is an insidious problem I have barked but to remain more toothless. Three is a crowd but a hundred is infirmity hope is the fuel to patience, my engine I’ll hold his hand tightly to resist theirs stepwise.