come...
Come with me, fair maiden
And let this twisted tongue of mine
speak to your lips in desire
come with me, my sweet
that I may dip gently into you
and call forth your liquid offering
Let my hands instruct you
in my ways of worship
let my fingers discover your hidden places
tracing the genesis of my want into your skin
my hands clench tightly to sanity
as I behold your naked supremacy
your life flowing steadily from within
eager for my mouth's knowing caress
my eyes bore into you
then my touch follows
enslaved by the majesty of a woman in heat
I taste your love
and probe your lust
searching for that which is within you
but reserved for the flick of my tongue.
Tension has wound itself in my loins
but surrender, I will not.
not without your fevered thrusting to guide me
not without your screams leading me to sweet escape
So come, fair maiden...
Yes,
come for me.
