Ministration

You can't hide it from me
but I'd like to see you try
I know it's down there, like a furtive oozing magnet of
celestial wickedness and aching appetite
I can smell you clear across the Milky Way
and soon
I'll swim in your syrup, a torrent so thick,
so righteously spicy, it scares me sometimes
how my world revolves around your clit
and you know it, it's your palpitating glory
it's my beacon of love
In your glistening dell
from which lewd blessings flow.
Take my hottest homage
until it seems like too much
and that dizzying brink
will be just the beginning.