You

You are like a god,
A symbol of authority
And you never cease
To intrigue me.
You hold me steadily
In your grasp,
Filling me with the oil
Of satisfaction,
Grace and charm.
A bowel of praise
Replaces my lean stomach;
I want to
Ring out my joy
Of you,
Sing out my eulogy
Of you;
I want to tell the world
Of you.
All in me is in ecstasy because
Of you.