Gluttony

She drips decadence.
I relish it;
Queen's richness drenched in 
Forbidden desire,
Stifles beneath elegant attire.
Her skin begs for long conversation,
That elated mental sensation.
Betwixt her breasts there is a rumble;
Her quivering lips are bound to stumble...
A delicate line from mine tongue,
And racing thoughts have no place to run.
She is mine.