Marmalade?

Marmalade I ask you,
"Is it sweet, or savory"?
~Your reply is marmalade...
Sweet, citrusy, lingering and lazy
as it tantalizes my mind and makes me crazy
with tangy seductive, interesting sounds,
your lips and tongue as they make way to my, rounds.
Your voice it is as so that I long to hear,
again and again upon my ears.
The gentle and cultured way you speak,
your tenderness and respect, is what I seek
~to know your mind, the thought of you...
that holds my attention the entire night through.
I wonder, do you feel the same, are you thinking of me,
as marmalade?
Known as aurantium or honey fruit that makes my lips,
swell, with pleasure upon my hips, do you see them on yours'...?
I cannot resist.
Well known to most as jam and peel, the taste,
sweet and bitter ~ Is it you that I describe, or yet,
a perfect union of tastes and smells and feelings of three, the jam, you and me.
Another double entredre as you begin to think twice
~is it clear I have made my way to find you at home,
feeling and wanting, this, I know.
The thought so sweet as you describe, a taste,a lick of yours' and mine
~ So tell me once more, if you will,
Is it sweet or savory which you want still?

Your sweetness, Gianna