Sweat Intimate Conspiracy

In what we share there is a wink, a sweet intimate conspiracy no stranger to the Bard's fifty-seventh. This I give without even a sigh, except a smile as I would watch you conspire with one that can give you wings until you gladly succumb to so many small deaths, yet you do not expire. I love you free and unconfined as all your lovers should; yet I wish no more than you be may cage, where I might sigh trapped and bound. I want to be filled by that desire that lets me feed upon the gift of your sweet fruit’s taste. Then, when I am filled by your offering of intimate conspiracy that only you may kindly share. I will see that smile again upon your face.