Cleopatra's asp

Between the glorious swellings of your breasts
like Cleopatra’s asp I start to grow
grasped by your jewelled hand, your soft caress
will make my rivulet commence to flow

Translucent like the pearls that graced her night
no venom ever flows within this Nile
downstream to your sweet delta of delight
my lips and tongue would teasingly beguile

and at your full surrender, when your thighs
entwine in loving passion round my head
and when my lips excite your cherished prize
my queen, you won’t seek death, but life instead