Enrapturing, the nuance in your lines,
teasing the senses as I dine
upon your lyrical designs
drink them down soaked in your wine
leading me to a path reclined
where in the afterglow I shine
a stanza for you to imbibe
and suckle till you drink me dry
to fondle till your poem is mine
and mine is yours and yours is mine
and we are two yet one combined
feasting upon our my your lines