I can still taste you on my lips 
The faint scent on my fingertips 
Reminiscent of 
The sweet flavor 
From
Lingering on my tongue 
Completely sprung 
When I devoured you 
At that early hour 
(My eyes close in a blissful sigh) 
  
What better libation 
Than the natural liquor of love 
Poured from the very mouth 
Of what is desired most 
Tortured by passionate kisses 
Until your soft lips trembled 
And flowed with delightful honey 
  
Darling 
The time of day does not matter 
When desire overpowers 
But the hesitant need to release 
Must be obeyed 
  
Pure mutual absolution 
  
You whimpered out of pleasure 
In submission to my caresses 
And titillating ardent strokes 
You died of delight when my touch 
Made you quiver and shudder 
As I was seeking and imploring 
Searching and exploring until… 
  
Yes! I’ll drink from you and live 
Immortal and everlasting passion

Eloquent words of passion well expressed, ArdentMan.

I must quote this so that I can read it again, and again, and again...