Shakespeare would drink from your cup.
Fifty Cent would lap you up.
Dr. Seuss would here or there
He would lick you anywhere.
I'm sure they would say 'me too'.
If they could see you as I do.
Their reaction I can trust
Would be to share my raging lust.
Barley moist or dripping wet
Damn, I want to taste your sweat.
Head to toe. Front and back.
On your body I want to snack.
Are these the things I meant to say?
Has this poem gone astray?
Maybe the essence is okay
If only said another way.
No. My point's been clearly stated.
With you I'm infatuated.
Within me you do inspire
Crave, lust, hunger, thirst, desire.