Smörgåsbord
The room is filled with your sweet scent
Lights dimmed for ambiance sake
My eyes linger so long they should have to pay rent
Feasting on this Smörgåsbord, desiring to partake
I see the fruit of your vineyard glistening in the light
And your manicured lawn ready for play
I feel a rise within me at the very sight
And the invitation to this sensual buffet
Desiring to taste your sweet wine again
My lips quake and tongue doth tingle
Waiting for the part that allows me in
Where our two juices can sweetly mingle
And when both of us have had our fill
And the air is permeated with passions release
At the table we both linger still
Satisfied, but foreboding it should cease