Just a quick drip,
a morsel more than
tempting games, playing
just the tip.
On sacchrine sheet, the viscous seep of love so sweet.
Sweets continue with drips from passion’s sinew; a delicately personalized view.
On sacchrine satin, renewed, passion comes;
moaning through indecipherable Latin.
The darkness shined.
Two bodies entwined.
Pure pleasure’s ache,
per pure pleasures’ sake.
