O, COME TO BED

O come to bed, you cannot resist
me, now that your lips have been so kissed
that your fair breath away is taken;
you're in a dream, won't want to waken.
I am the drug of your addiction;
my body is real and not fiction.
 
The night is young and my bed is warm,
so welcoming to the naked form.
We have twelve hours' oncoming night time;
let's seize it, upon each other climb.
Take the red ribbon from your head hair,
let it fall loose on your shoulders bare.
 
Surrender every clothing shift;
into my arms naked you will drift.
Be warmed within these protective arms,
and enjoy my sucking on your charms
as if I were your own infant child
(O, that alone will sure drive you wild!),
 
Then let me drink from the overflow
of honey from female depths below.
You'll cry for that part of me inside,
that only my body can provide -
that tool to be used for your delight
until I explode in streams of white.