His lips are projecting an inviting scent
A promise, sweet desires will be sent.

A sticky honeycomb with every lock
Exciting the serotonin, a paused clock.

My fingers are dripping with syrupy seduction
As he envelopes me in warm abduction.

Without sight, I smell the tobacco leaves falling
Stroking my skin as I begin calling.

He feeds my Shakti like a deity, crowned
And sugared fantasies are finally found.