Heart Throbs

Her night sweat aromatherapy      
evolved into cunnilingual zen    
where I slow wallowed      
in all her pudendal pleats...    
     
to keep her bloom in fullest bloom.    
     
Afterwards, I told her to get used to      
my amped up adoration...    
     
which led to her second rapture,    
and a healing circulation at the      
base of my balls.      
     
Then, what did that sweetest      
bit of heaven do?    
     
She fell asleep again.      
     
And by the time she reawakened      
I had realized just which    
of her many ambrosial hairs    
I desired to have...    
     
in a locket for my birthday...    
     
as the rest of me yearned for her      
way more than my broken Adonic cock    
     
ever could.