Ecstacy

Can there be anything more sweet
Than the taste of you on my lips, my tongue
I close my eyes as I indulge myself
Reveling in your taste, your texture
Breathing becomes more ragged
And I am filled with a great lust
To devour all of you
Leaving nothing left
But I control myself and enjoy you slowly
Building up the tension towards ecstacy
Finally achieving satiation
I sit back and raptly gaze
At the spent and empty package that is you
And I can't help but to wish, wistfully
That Oreos came in larger containers