Swain 

Sweetheart I'm sitting at sip savoring scones 

Silly seductions swirling in my subconscious 

Certainly satisfied by sex with my suitor

Seeing his salty sweet soul spiraling 

I secure it steadfastly  

sinking my softest kisses into his skin

The sexual stress strengthens 

Surrender soldier

I'll satisfy you sufficiently 

Siphon and suck until your spent 

I'll steal the serum you secrete 

This secret surely to repeat