"Gold"

Many times I envision the apricot painted sky
His tongue between my thighs
Stroking and caressing in between the lines
Oh, and how his mouth is no longer dry
How he is fed as a lion and the taste of chicken noodle soup is present
As he comes back up for a kiss or two
And how my hunger is no more

His hands gentle and stern.

If my hair is feathered , he will surely tuck it safely behind my ear.
His warm breath everywhere

As he goes deeper, I sigh.
I love him
It may make me cry
And when he groans

I know this treasure.  
Better than diamonds or gold.