Saptrap (or Stallin')
As a bee is attracted to pollen,
To the sweetest of nectars I’ve fallen,
And from day one had always been all in,
Thinking that was a comb I could stall in.
But love isn’t seldom a trap,
Not defusable without a map.
If you dive in not minding the gap,
The sweetest drink drowns in a snap.