I want to drink deep of you
Be swept away by the flood tides
Of your desire
And lose myself in the straining ache
Of your lust.
I want to ravish every island and inlet of you
With the scorching sirroccos of my libido.
Lie back on burning sands
Close your eyes to the searing sun
And sacrifice yourself to the beast.
For I am the beast of a hundred hands
And in the palm of each a hungry mouth.
I will rise from the water of life
To hold, caress, and devour
Every succulent morsel of you.
Open the shells of your thighs
To the lapping sea
So that I may feast upon
The oyster of your flesh
And taste the salty sweetness
Of your precious pearl.