Smörgåsbord

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