My Lick

If I lick it, it’s mine - Spiritus Mundi

If I lick his mind

it's mine

I do not share

although I always

try to play fair

but he gets me

so heated

with such subtlety

from tender lips

An ode of devotion

a delicate web

His words

and the way

they hold me

spun like a wordsmith

with his skilful fingertips

With every

heightened kiss

a sweet but yet addictive pill

our bodies humming in unison

as passion's crescendo spills

His eyes

a window to his inner sea

draw me in with

his depths of intimacy

For in his arms

I surrender to the tide

by the currents

that sweep me inside

Our minds connected

forging a unique blend

where thoughts converge

and innovation transcends

His presence illuminates

my inner landscape

a fusion of perspectives

where insight escapes

Together we navigate

the vast expanse

where intellect and emotion

are amaranthine

in this delicate dance