I want to lay you down upon my bed
To make you shiver with delight
as I lay my mouth upon you
To taste the sweetness of your love
To savor your response
like fine wine
I want to be your connoisseur
to taste your passion
To me you are just desserts, like maple honey
sweet and flowing
Feel my touch… want me… need me
All I ask of you is your bliss
Throw away your reservations
and open yourself to me
I will fill you
with my desire
I will fill you
make you want more
inch by inch, kiss by kiss
hour by hour
Passion, fiery droplets of molten love
The miracle of this night
is that it will not end
And as the night turns into day
I will again drink of your love
Needing it,
Wanting its sting on my lips
Gordon Merritt
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