My thoughts are exposed by the nibbles you wildly bestow,
And I am defenceless as your mouth makes quicksilver of awed bones,
Lost and honeyed by lips that travel, my own moan a vow.
Triumphantly, you swallow my soft words, a loving knave,
I meet your conqueror tongue with an urgent question, boldly asked,
Oh, Lover, your pliant answer shows who is the true slave.