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