It is the pink parchment
of desire which he wishes
to devour that which is
delightfully delicious.

With lip and tongue impressions
marking ecstasy’s visions
his passion is his artistry
even when given in passing.

This evolved lover of loving,
master stoker unleashing
a sea of swelling waves.

Resolved hardened by soft moans
knows in this moment he owns
each ounce of ecstatic attention,
each breath of pleasure given
an explosion to multiple conclusions,

and then it is his turn to erupt exhausted
and sleep soundly satisfied.