(I was watching a show on the "Oprah Winfrey Network" which seemed to convey how so many women get "bitten" by a need to be loved, and somehow, that equated in my head to; something akin to falling in love with a creature who sucks the life out of you; aka a Vampire. Word count for poem = 89) Bite of the “honey-beeâ€. . . He held me close my honey-bee ~you could say I was love bitten He spoke soothing words in soothing tones like the purrr of a little kitten. . . I felt all giddy safe and warm yes I was ~quite love smitten What harm was there in the way he kissed for which no how-to “will†be written We laughed as our vows ~were sealed in blood dripped upon white “snow†Was this not right? I did not care or. . . even want to know~