He said he wanted to feed me

He said he wanted to feed me
Tongue taste him,
Lips to sip on every word,
Drinking every drop, his ink
Smooth taste on my lips, inebriated,
Left me without my inhibitions
Trying to find myself,
Lost in translation,
My mind, left
To defend against nature
Immersed in my essence,
He proposed,
Before I could decline,
My body accepted,
My mind left me,
In a hypnotic trance
Legs like putty
Wrapped around his words
Thighs soft like butter,
Melted on a honey bun,
Hands cuffed, his pen
Extended to write a
Verse to draft the next