Open me up slowly, softly, tenderly,
Taste my wine of wanting lust,
Take my mind on a distance ride,
While it rides on tides of surreal sensations...
Taste me deep,
Until my knees go weak,
Make my lungs deeply exhale
As the sexual storm inside me wails,
Make my voice speak in an unknown language
While my ears bask in audible slurps and suction sounds...
And just before my world quivers,
Tell me... What flavor is my taste?