Schatz Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Schatz

I remember tasting lips so sweet that they raised my blood sugar level.
Sweet lips are divine, so to wine and dine must be a crime.
So, great the taste I ate till late.
From front to back, speech tenderly soft and pink I drink.

Taint that is nice and tickling gently to soften moans uttered and muttered. Calm is the seas no more, for sickened cured.
Tasty Liebling, the lion salutes; you are so cute.
Face in love, I push and shove.

Juices are sweet and so much to eat.
The meat, I dine between the sheets, for I am a vegetarian, I still am.
Vegan, I am not for I taste the spot so hot.
Kitty is so pretty; I rest on my chin and grin.

It was on the tip of my tongue for songs I had sung.
Laps of fire was my desire taken higher.
It was like dope that helped me cope.
What else can I say to you as I lay?

Thank you, my Liebling, for a magical evening.
Now left to history, for no more the mystery.
I would not stop to think of cherry wine to drink.
Lips to taste, I could not waste a drop of that tender morsel.