Wanting...
In need of your bouquet,
I lean into the exotic wine of you.
Woodsy, natural,
and full bodied.
A very good year.
Slowly, I peel my way
to your rough hardness,
Pleasing you with my strokes.
Pressing and pushing,
My hand 'round...
In one grand eruption,
you’re overflowing onto me.
Lapping you up,
with my laughable licks,
I gaze upon you,
You are poured.
And I...
drunk on your soul.