the buzz of 100 bees.

The energy I feel with another human being when I am building up the tension before sharing a kiss, before having sex is like the pleasurable buzz of a hundred bees steadily humming closer to their hive. Or like the sound of a hundred violins and string instruments vibrating their bows with rapidity before the rising of a big crescendo. I want to savor the song that they play prior to that climax as long as humanly possible.