Lying Betwixt, between, I have swept my cheek ever lightly so Against your soft skin, Emanating measured heat from within That which your columns suspend Brands my brow with a silken kiss. Only the tilt of my head Need I to inhale your essence, A dart of my tongue to sample your sweetness; My fingers dizzy with your warm lubricious invitation. A gammon cradle, my dome lovingly lulled to rest, My pressed lips linger to either side their fancy; Now and ever more, I uncontrollably remain Yet a willing vassal of your thighs.