To taste the sweetest flavor of porcupine -
lips reaching into your pale neck's curve.
What a fine place for the young ladies to dine:
please, do not stay hidden from their worth.

The purity of grace of the once fallen it sings 
beastly from the lips of thine -
what a glorious wine you do keep behind
of your veins.

All the beauty unhidden.

One kiss might drive one insane indeed -
to feel your pulse pounding from the deepest within.
The cosmos is in your eyes and you're making it real:
pull yourself closer to me.

Closer, my dear.