Bees Sting

Oh how some days I wish, To feel again an innocence. With a refreshened discovery, That entices to excite... My layered to become jaded, Temptation infested... Point of view. Done to seek pleasure. And self satisfaction, Drenched in unforgiving lust. On some days, I wish for that innocence. However... Those days do not come often. Or... Allow me to forget, How grateful I am... To have earn such wishes, Now... As I grow older to remember, I was never as innocent... To pretend around others, Who actually believed I was. Especially around, Those much older. Willing to teach, Without hesitation... What birds and bees do, To cause them to chirp... Buzz and together sing. Only to learn later as I grew, Less innocent... Bees don't sing. They sting!