The Taste of Love

Gentle upon my lips...

So warm and yielding;

Anticipation heightens,

My passions unconcealing.

Drinking in the moment,

The heat, the smell, the taste!

My longing a fevered pitch;

I mustn't let a drop go to waste.

My tongue rolls and plays...

The sensation leaves me breathless!

Who knew love could be this sweet?

Between me and bacon wrapped asparagus.