The Poet's Heaven

You give life to my passion and soul to my love.
Your manicured fingers travel the circumference of my body spreading flames only your tongue can quench.
You give waves to my emotion.
The sensation of your naive body taste like a supper of lamb.
Tender, sweet and undefiled.
 What a crystal oasis of erotic magnet.
 Draped in form so sensual and viscious.