Sweet trickle, thou dost glide smoothly,
Slowly wandering along my skin, dipping
Seductively into the indentation at my throat
Where your lips often linger…
Sweet trickle, again…glide, one after the other,
Dark red liqueur, a trail of delight…a heady mixture
Of bliss and pain, a sharp taste you love to inhale,
Your late night cordial of ecstasy…
Sweet trickle, thou dost glide smoothly,
Staining your lips where they linger,
Luring you to lick, to sip and suck, to bite into my flesh,
To voraciously feed at the fount…
Drop of nectar, sweet ambrosia - flow…
Flow…flow as dost the blessed River Lethe flow,
Carry me upon the murky waters through the cave of Hypnos,
The murmurs…let the voices infuse me…
Your lips the poppies yawning wide, the river,
My life, I shall plunge deep, aye, deeper still…
Sweet trickle, thou dost glide smoothly…