Let me

 Let me drink,
from the fountain
Of you.

You, the one
With those ripe, juicy lips
Ripe with desire
Ready to burst
At the softest of touch.

Let me drown,
deep within the
endless pool of ecstasy
Of you.

You, the one
with those plump breasts
Like sweet summer fruit
Thick, overflowing, with juice
of yearning
For one who dares touch.

Let me burn,
down to the ashes
In the infernal fire of desire
That is you.

You, the one
with eyebrows as the bows of Gods
Arched, tight, taut, sharp
Ready to fire the arrows of lust
At mere mortals, long last,
who can't resist, not a chance.

Let me be lost,
In the cold deep darkness
of the unceasing night
That is you.

You, the one
with your almond eyes
inviting, playful,
And drunk on life,
and
with your moonlike face
bright shining light
cooling away the night.

Let me be buried,
deep within
in the soft, warm, supportive
unyielding Earth that is you,
whose earthy musky scents
of desire and invitation
pervade through digital space
and disable all logical thoughts
and processes,
bury me so deep
I lose myself
in you forever.