My vices are as sweet as honey drops

My vices sweet as honey
drops thick and silky  smooth

how they quiver
like a second's pleasure
on your wayward gypsy tongue

when in gentle laps
it climbs my mons veneris 

and wipes the dew off
my sacred swollen mound

quenchimg for a dying moment
its ravishing thirst
then replenished
crafts its way through
ravines ruby deep and dark

plunging right to the core

of my melting resistance

I can wait no more
and in sheer abandon

I offer up my nakedness

in all its gruesome glory

as shamelessly as

a new born babe

I cry out my release

in tears of joy