Langorous Language

This is a poem showing how desire can be portrayed just by tweaking language somewhat.

Your words blow through me like the wind through the trees
Nourishing me with your breath, filling me with your substance
I sway and am caught by your endearments, bedded by your whispers
Tickled by your golden tongue, I roll into your soliloquy
Only to be pounded by your firm language and vigorous verbiage
Satiated by your syllables, I curl up with curious commentary and quips
Drifting off to sleep to the sound of your sweet nothings in my ear