Touch me in my secret place
only you know the divine one
that which makes my heart race
Leaving me muddled, all undone.
My sultry lover, come taste my essence
drink my nectar of cherry wine
fill your cup with my effervescence
and on my supple flesh please dine.
Hear my moans as I call to you
begging your steel sword for more
enter into my molten hot room
and be my brave thundering Thor.
Do you feel pulsing in my tender thighs?
Will you drown in my limpid pool?
Amid my soft whimpers and sighs
Now my Viking, rob me of every jewel.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg