Her Taste

Her taste is, of passion fruits.
Of high ranked, pleasure pursuits.
"TO THE", the tongue salutes.

Her taste is, that of vivid splendor.
Of spices, it's savour, very tender.
To it's magnificence, I do surrender.

Her taste is, of a wine stored away.
Of grapes, poured to stay.
The body's sweet cabernet.

Her taste is, of glories unveiled.
Of blessings great, precisen detailed,
To which parted lips, have duly hailed
 
Her taste is, of ancestral waters.
Of many seas, she's one of the oceans daughter's.
The entry way, to Earth's abiding waters