Love is like warm honey
Slowly rolling
Off the end of your tongue

When you first
Feel your pulse
Your heart

Then the quickening
Of your breath
Smelling the scent

As it rises
You inhale
Feeling more excitement

Your heart is racing
Now she is close
Passing by

The brush of her
Arm against your thigh
And as she passes

You grasp the table
And your espresso too
Before you fall down

You'll be back tomorrow
At the same time
For another scent or a touch

Which is a lovely way to start your day