I posit the bliss of my form to your own
Rendering novelty without pretension
Pressed between tongue and mouth roof prone
I divulge eloquence to uncertainty of evoked tension
Urging understanding of the necessity of patience
As moments of bliss are built on anticipation
Unearthing potent pith and fragrance
Encouraging transcendent stimulation
As we become more than mere acquaintance
Effulging  pollinate conveyance
Lingering in pools of succulent temptation
Seeking negation of complacence
I proffer thusly this bequest
To quell your soul and mind upon my chest