Pleasure supreme!

My desire does burn; For your touch I yearn! Your favours you ration, In so cruel a fashion! At the mere thought, I'm all a-quiver; Way out of control, as in raging river! What must I do, to make you relent? Think of the time, and money I've spent! What's this, my shirt buttons undone? Does this mean we're in for some fun! Your fingers so gently start to caress; By now I'm in state of partial undress! No details explicit, but pleasure supreme, Ecstatic heights reached, as in a dream! When it's all over, comes a warm afterglow, Nail marks on back, with pride I can show! At my time of life, more virtues than vices; So grateful to loved ones, for their sacrifices! I'm easy to please, for nothing can match Delight of delights, ye olde backscratch!