the kiss

In the still of the night
You will find me
Probing the folds of your honeyed cup
Whilst you sleep
Removing the sweet nectar
That seeps from within
I feel you stirring in rhythmic pluses
A flickering of eyes
As my presence envelopes yours
Now you succumb
As I serve you worthily
The delights of the flesh engulf
I am nothing of myself
So silently embraced by you
I by my own weight
Draw deeper to your inner depths
Sleep never a hindrance
To this spir’itism