Please

Before I touch you, taste you, do anything.
Let me bask in the fragrance and aroma of your desire.

Let it consume me, intoxicate me, overwhelm me.
Only then, let me drink and quench the parchment of my thirst.

Like a summer's rain on the desert, drench me.
Let the smell of the arousal fill the air, cleansing

Let the passion bloom like a flower just born from nothingness
Let me see, watch as it opens, flourishes, and brings forth its nectar.

Let me drink from it, taste it, savor it.
Feast upon you, feast upon the beauty of your landscape.

Allow me to die inside remembering this moment,
Treasuring it always.

Please.