Glutonous Me

The more I get
The more I want of YOU
Does that make me a gluton?

Lord, help me
You are so good at what you do
You leave me wanting for nothing

Long, deep and passionate kisses
On my strawberry lips
And the honey dipped ones below

Strong hands and fingers read me
As if I was penned by the great bard
Thumbing through my pages nice and slow

Nibbles and bites on my shoulders
Drive me to my edge
My body begging for your rod

I know it's oh so wrong
During our intimate interludes
You become my personal GOD