Lust letter

I found  
In my jacket pocket  
The sweetest scribble  
On crumpled cocktail napkin  
Admitting  
A rather deviant desire:  
 
To be thrust down,  
Stripped,  
And hungrily agitated  
To the point  
Well past  
Exhaustion;  
 
To be at the mercy  
Of lover’s lust,  
Licked overlong,  
A most willing victim  
Of restless
Cunnilingus