Sweet Nectar of Desire

       
 Pristine blossoms of honeysuckle, beckon, their soft sultry scent carried on the back of a summer breeze ... delivering tantalizing  sensual fragrances ... that evoke hardened desires. Cascading blossoms swell and sway on moistening Ivory towers.        
       
Hands sliding, gliding, striding, between supple roots of delicate flowers. Primordial urges pulsate,  Engorged with seeds of sexual arousal. Nimble fingers stroke, tease, tantalize, and caress succulent petals      
       
Effortlessly they spread … opening and yielding, to his majestic touch.Cupping the unfolding flower, he claims it.  Enslaving it with his hungry mouth.    
   
A skillful tongue delves in, prodding, probing,  penetrating it's secret depths.        
Coiling and exploring, he slowly trails his lips along the fleshy stem of his desire. Glistening dew, of sweet nectar oozes      
       
.... he licks every droplet of this elixir of the gods