Oh Delicious
Metaphors shall roll off thy tongue,
In the glory of spying you.
Bowling me over in a storm,
You are a mountain in sunshine,
Upon who’s slopes I shall climb.
Valleys for me to wander within,
And ravines flowing pure honey.
In the delicious nature of innuendo,
My coveting will be as wine.
Between your hilly mounds I rest,
And cover you over with joy.
As I drive into your shadows,
I explode with the force of love,
Becoming pleasured in your heart.
You envelope all that I bring,
Showering my face with sweet dew.
The nature of your blowing wind,
Drives hard between my senses.
A flowering blossom ahead of the fruit,
That I will eat in extacy,
And drink down its juices.
Like a night of a thousand moons,
You rain down above me now.
Within your protective walls,
I am restored to full health.
Coming in glory as the kings,
My efforts reveal a worthy fight,
Being vanquished by my worthy foe.
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