The Odyssey

I will take what is mine, he teased
What will that be, she asked

All that is beneath your skin, he replied
Your blood that rages
Your soul that mesmerises
Your sexuality that seduces

Your flesh is just a passage

I wish to consume your being

So I offer you a choice
Either my fingers will caress your flower
Till you bloom
With my name
On your lips

Or my tongue will dip in your valley
And lick every drop of your liquor
Till you clutch my head
And bury me deeper
In your abyss

I am impressed, my Lord
Let's start the odyssey, she smiled artfully.

©LR