The poet once said about this 2005 erotic poem that it is amazing how easy it is to get away with a poem about oral sex and foreplay when it is handled with discretion and dignity.
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I trace my desire in racing heart and parted lips,
pressed to kiss high hemline of your skirt to flirt
with madness and the scent of warm jasmine,
blooming in your garden to pardon me my hunger
to draw the nectar of the sweetly damned to serve
as a draught of communion wine from a vessel
soft and luxurious with lips that answer back
as I lap the honeyed dew off petals that infiltrate
my soul and cleanse my doubts of purity of purpose.
for in the pleasure I grant you, I am proven
worthy suitor to the surrender already given,
but requiring eternal confirmation in my deeds,
needs alone not proving this ardent beau's duty.
I will drink until you, who holds the chalice
encased in form warm and wondrous, calls stop
and bids me enter into heaven with her blessing.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.