Worship

Swimming in your irises,

Mediterranean hues glamouring.

Glimmer, I thirstily drink your words

intoxicated on discovering you.

Learning you. Yearning.

You. Who, what you are.

Every soft syllable giddies me.

Each utterance feeds my mind,

as my eyes dance on your lips,

tango with them as they move.

Smiling out the words 

that I hope never cease,

for they are my words.

Meant for me. For us to savour.

Ours to float in and share.

Close, purse, open, soft, nourishing,

I watch your warm mouth, 

compelling me to flick my tongue

over mine, moisten my lips 

that ache to breathe your name

into flushed ear over salted neck.

You are sustenance my soul craves.

I feast upon you, luxuriate in your data.

And all the while as you beguile, I am

weaving in my mental loom

a blanket of nibbles and flutter kisses

to swathe you in saliva shimmer.

An army of tongue tips and touches

make ready to explore your new land.

Every inch of you adored and warmed

revered and worshiped. 

Stay. You are new to me,

yet my heart beats your name.