Consumed

You own my deepest, devoted, affection

my dear lover, soul mate, and flame.

I burn with a yearning to feel the caress

of thine divine lips against mine.

This passion grips my mind and body

I lust for the embrace, our bodies entwined

to brush your tongue lightly against mine

This is what I request, respectfully my desire

Your bosom heaves as your lungs breathe

that is to say your breasts lift as you come near

with the silent manipulation, removing your bra with

my right hand and holding your throat

a breathy exhale stimulates my ear lobe,

an escapee from your bronchial tube

This is not violence. This is coitus at its finest.

Foreplay becomes recreation without fear

for you to chose to become bound together - 

as if it were ever a choice for us.

We could live and die ten billion times

each life we'd eventually embrace again

As if we've owned each other's hearts

since time without start

now I pause to reflect and pray for

a night of foreplay and play. Let's consumate

this marriage one more time.