willing...

how could i not treasure
for you fill me with such pleasure.
my words dance upon the page
with gage,
to you, i would pledge
in all my wittiness and words said
your beauty brings me on this word filled ledge.
my muse...
within you i lose.
i seek the passion,
to smell your petals of all your attractions.
to witness as you heave your secretions.
to tongue what remains...
to drink the nectar
from your alabaster.
my pearl...
lay before me....be an island, my girl.