Let Me Drink Of You, My Darling

My head is swimming,
drunk with giddy kisses,
heady with the nakedness
of wrestling limbs,
now splayed in mad,
haphazard confusion.

Your licked skin is my ambrosia,
tempting my hungry tongue,
fascinating,
intoxicating,
enslaving my every appetite.

Your touch is addictive,
each brushing, blushing
touch of you lures me
into the delicious languor
as we surrender ourselves
to the sweetest of damnations.

Let me drink, my darling,
between your slim, parted thighs,
let me gorge on your nectar,
until my lips are dripping
with your honey,
until my tongue is slick
with your soft, spring dew -
until I am filled, but never quenched,
by your never-ending loveliness.