You

The glass reveals a purple bloom,
Memento of your teeth,
Your body chases out the gloom,
When you are underneath.  
Your hips my favorite saddle,
Your hair my favorite reins,
Your hand my favorite paddle,
Your legs my favorite chains.  
Your valleys and your caverns,
With flicking tongue explored,
I suck deep from your taverns,
My ship at your dock moored.  
To Heaven your lips send me,
Your absence me to Hell.
I'll dream a dream of piracy,
Of my mast and your sail.