Savor It
Come a little closer; let me feel your heart race
As I curve to your love, bodies perfectly interlaced
Sit at the head of my table; let your tongue say grace
Partake of my provisions, savoring its taste
Delight in its essence, no need for the haste
Arms around my hips, I’ll swerve to your embrace
I will follow your lead, as you set the pace
Until my passion melts onto your face
And relish in the pleasure of my sacred place
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