Note: I don't want any flames about this poem based on subject matter. It's pretty obvious what this poem is paying homage to. If it's not obvious, think about it a little longer. I'll give it an R rating just in case.

Taste my lips, taste my pain, drink in my bitter rain.

Stick your tongue in my soul, swirl it around, lick my sins-swallow each one down.

Take your fill, my legs are spread, a feast awaits that explorer in your head.

Say grace, for you are my guest, I'm giving you my all, I'm giving you my best.