Let me drink from that chalice of such wondrous design as I lovingly hold it my mouth filled with your wine a sacrament to love's grace ambrosia, so sweet and rare let me be transformed by it loves alchemy, dross to gold let me drink of it deeply I want to kiss the pink pearl... that adorns its, delicate rim to polish it till it glows a labor of love, freely given such a quest to find it the grail of my heart a treasure to fill my dreams elusive goal, that consumes me let me worship the goddess at the altar tween your thighs on my knees, sweet surrender to a force so divine let me be love's servant bearer of the message of desire to whisper my prayers to her to burn with celestial fire
W. I. Boucher September, 1997