I go to the source

So spontaneously, 
he put a kiss 
the woman on the cheek, 
in Finnish. 
Said to me, 
if you stink, 
the smell of love. 
The sap of nature, 
it to you bog, 
the goblet of drink. 

I go to the source, 
so hot, and 
is inviting hips nectar. 
There euphoria and craving 
live nesting. 
How inviting oasis 
it is to your bed. 
There tabernacle of my heart 
I do, I set the anchor 
resource calm water.