Suckle Upon His Neck
Suckle upon his neck, and squeeze thy lips
Round the marvelous tendons there that pulse.
Guide thy tongue to his throat's wedge of swalllows,
And ride it whilst he sings arpeggio joys.
Descend to the hollow above his chest
And tickle there the gateway to his lungs.
Such a worthy region, so oft ignored
By strategists of campaigning pleasure!