object of lust
giver of life
the pink enigma inspires
driving me forward
every ridge a mystery
every fold a tantalizing temptation
begging to be explored

hovering before the bulbous godhead
I prostrate myself before my queen
and offer up my tongue in servitude
breath deep the piquant aroma
and sigh a thousand sighs
spiralling downward into an abyss of longing
there is no greater pleasure