Obsession

How exquisite you are stripped bare!
I scatter kisses across your face and throat,
descend to two gentle slopes,
carefully kiss the peaks and lose myself in rapture......


Lower, ever lower, I sink,
and now at that cherished threshold,
wet and warm beneath my tongue,
two soft lips part like petals.


The tender, delicate fragrance of your bloom,
you understand...... this is beauty's pinnacle......
I drink your nectar, in paradise, I am the seventh heaven.....
possessed entirely by possession itself!


There is a magical mound......
the key to the locked chamber,
with which I seek to enter,
into you, my beloved, gently, purely.


How resplendent your rosy flower!
to caress those lips with such hunger,
I could never withdraw...... yet already I am drenched......
What cruel fate that all of this lives only in my mind.....