Servant of Love

Your love was like a seven course meal, being served precisely to how I feel. For appetizers we became friends, filling our thirst till the very end. My hunger for love was satisfied when you became my main dish, every single bite I took was an answer to my wish. The taste on my lips left by your skin was such a flirt, then I opened my eyes to see I had the sweetest dessert. Unfelt emotions raced to everyone of my nerves, God made me a waiter, and only you is who I serve.