You —

    are    

       the sweet, 

thick, 

               honey

that

       flows 

            through 

                        me

     from 

      the 

      top

       of

      my 

     head,

  between my 

   breasts,

into my hips,

     down

     to my  

      toes.

                                    You —

              are the pure nectar 

       that thrills me

  to bloom,

for 

You —

    leave a 

          trail;

                 petals of 

             affection and

           admiration

          behind 

        my 

          every 

              step

You —

   are my anchor

       my grand amour;

                  in me, with me, 

                        wherever

                                  am

                                        I

Aaa

Aaa