if i was what you wanted
i would forge trails through
your wilderness sensibilities
and nibble sweet nothings
against your inner thighs
like ardor was a culinary device
there would be destinations untold
and the construction of fables
i would knock the snow off your roof
in a song and dance about your beauty
i would flatter your senses
with tactile compliments
poetry would be nothing
in the heady delight of attending
to every nerve ending your epidermis
that would be my goal
That final stanza is powerful!