I will start by reading the words of your poem with my lips. I will trace each letter with my tongue knowing your meaning from their flavour.
Then I will find the hourglass of your soul and sift the sand through my mouth. I will pluck the flowers gently with my teeth, and I will comprehend your tender years.
I will find your sin, hard and black, and taste the depth of your pain.
I will discover the phoenix and savour its beauty. I will trace each quill with my tongue, and delight in its sensual curves. I will take just a moment to nibble on what the tail feathers encompass.
My lips will journey down to where the ghosts reside, playful in their hidden lair. I will tickle each with my tongue, first the pink and then the blue, edging ever closer.
And when I have finished exploring the canvas of your skin, I will be yours and I will find what I love the most.