My other half suffers from Apiphobia
It’s a fear of being stung by bees
A small pest causes so much dread
Her strength becomes slave to unease.
Bees have charisma to make her squeal
Even a hum fuels her, she jumps off her seat
Scarily she leaps in the air and hugs me
Thus we two halves become one complete.
While I cherish closeness of her being
She repeatedly pleads me to kill the bee
Courageously I slay it and feel macho
With a kiss, she praises me for my bravery.
They say it’s a bad omen to kill bees
But every kill proffers me a prize
Though it’s cruel but I kill for my love
I selfishly hope; her phobia never dies.
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this is soooooooo cute and funny in a lovely way. You do have a way to give your readers a treat! Good luck in the contest and thank you for the comment on mine. Take care.











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