Like the moth
drawn irresistably to the flame
my hungry mouth
is drawn to sup nectar
from your succulent lips.

Called by nature
to drink from your honey
caress the petal softness
with my pink tongue
as it darts and flits
devouring all you have
to offer.

To be consumed
in the flame of your passion
offered as a sacrifice
to your love
just to have the pleasure
of drinking
from your bounty.