From Her Lips

Within the private sanctuary 

Of her Boudoir

The dark haired maiden stood 

Alone upon the 

Curves of her lips there danced 

A naughty smile 

Of expectant delight when she 

saw me appear 

Out of thin air to stand before

Her fertile beauty

A moment later as her silken

Robe gently puddled

Round her ankles she slipped

Into my Embrace

Freely gave to me her inner

Essence from her

Lips she let me drink my fill

Of her youthful 

Vitality refreshed my powers