She's so delicious,
exudes femininity
& lovingkindness,
wears the finest lace
with easy access.

In the ****,
morning,
noon & night,
I could dine
on her tasty dish
forever.

Like this evening
under a full moon,
we're going to delve
into each others
****** delicacies,
gulp the sacred wine.
I think I'll infect her
with even more
of my raw nectar.
She say's
we'll spoon
afterwards.
I call her
my sweet dessert.

O Lord,
how wholesome she is!