fauxcroft

Connectivity to your source,

For me there’s no recourse,

Your body is a vital resource,

And one I have to plunder

But in a way that’s so respectful,

I want you above and under,

Not as submissive but as equal

Not just once but I need sequels,

Your essence is as sweet as treacle,

And I find myself addicted

Of your body I am afflicted,

By the need to worship it all the time

As to your mind, which I also find,

That I am habitually connected too.