Royal Jelly

I can't imagine a world with no moon
or one another without any lover
to allay the midnight hour with a swoon...
   when moonbeams hover...
 
pricking the embers of peri-rich dream dust
which spangle all of desire's dreamscape hope  
of sensorial command and carnal lust...
     if our hearts will cope!  
 
So, lovers, take your time, all night long, and more,
to do a proper justice to your consort...
when with their heavenly bodies you explore  
     for the sake of sport...
 
and to say we made the most of what we had;
in myriad mien of luxuriant treks,
like gods in a Bacchanal Olympiad,
     of unending sex;
 
a concert of rollicking sixty nine
where orchestrated organs are on display  
in endless harmony of love divine...
     in its wicked way...
 
which leads into a state of recurring bliss,
set by affection's explosive crescendo,
which began as an investigative kiss,
     in an ebb and flow...
 
where gallantry demands milady sated  
in however diverse her penchants may be;
be they mild, or wildly X-rated,
     in her ecstasy...
 
and paid forward likewise, as kind ladies would,
when the gallant's ever vernal seed has sprung
in hot hydraulic spates from sceptered manhood...
     on an earnest tongue!