I'm lowering my world around you. It's warm. Not the earths core, this is protecting. Slowly, but surely you will be consumed by me. I know I am over powering. I know this, you know I don't trickle, I know this.
You don't want the off button. You know that is not possible. I am impulsive... pulse pulse pulse... that's how you will feel when the lowering surrounds, not hounds. A red sensual humming. It wont be daunting... you'll be in a haze, a daze, feel mazed... but not amazed. You knew it was coming. You knew this is how it would end...begin.
Now you're in your own personal little honey comb orange, yellows and mellows. Hexagonal? No, those edges will be melted into sweet syrup. I'll drink it up, even though my sweet tooth has long gone.
Queen bee no longer. My world revolves around you.
