Chip Butty

I will hold you in my hands, once more,

Licking the juices from my fingers

as they fall from your heated inner sanctum;

wasting none!

I will lower my lips, gasping as your

scent, fills my senses; salivating

with anticipation, longing to taste you;

to devour you.

You were made for me and made by me.

You are perfect in every way;

long practiced ritual - experience – ensures,

that you must.

I will take you, deep into my mouth.

I may groan; I may even shudder.

But I will not rush; I will prolong the pleasure;

Such is love!

Should anyone attempt to steal you,

to offer their unworthy touch;

I will cut them in two, as I now cut you,

My beautiful Chip Butty.