Oh so nice

It's oh so nice (while it lasts), she should smile,
When she turns in her warm bed, with a sigh;
Let's do it once again, she could beguile,
I'm ready for sliced heaven and, so, why
Not reach for me and come to feast some more,
I have so many tricks to heat desire,
That I would play for you; and so restore
Those appetites, which really do inspire
Burning, that's as slow as sweet narration
Of poetry or prose or molten word,
Written with devoted application;
Until I am unutterably stirred
To turn decisively for your advice,
Which (while it lasts) is oh, so very nice.