Come to me, sir.
Undress and bare yourself,
a secret only I can know,
so that I may worship the
very essence of you.

Come to me, sir.
Lie here beside me and
let my fingers wind a
path down your body, testing
the clarity of my memory.

Come to me, sir.
So that my kisses may
rain down an electrical storm,
catching wildfire to every
surface of your skin.

Come to me, sir.
Come close to me, so that I
may be consumed whole
by the beauty of your soul.