My love has grown into the type that needs to be earned-
so when you knock on my door
lay flowers at my feet
make me offerings of pleasure
with your tongue convince me of your worth
and with your mind undress the corners of mine
that so many will never find.
With your eyes read me like your favorite novel
and with your hands uncover the pathways on my skin
that lead to passion.
Learn me inside out and
like a map
I’ll guide you
to paradise.
A.P. Bastian 