Flavours

She's open to all flavours; does she taste
The hope that, in surrender, she'll repete
Her past experience, until replete?
Her heart may pause and knows she will not waste
A moment in her search for something new
To excite and to please in equal measure;
And add, perhaps, an aspect to the pleasure
That she should find. It always holds quite true,
When she enthuses to express herself,
In ways to warm a man of many humours,
That may delight, for she is one who savours
The words which he may share: there's real wealth
In each syllable, despite the rumours
That she stays quite open to all flavours.