Love's Glass.

Brimming with tender touches prepared is our love-cup.
Thirst will quench deeper now golden nectar runs clear.
Not to waste any in sips I intend to tip love's glass up.
Swallowing passion to dregs will get rid of felt fear.
A satisfied palate ensures heady freedom is near.

Love never tastes bitter taken eagerly, appetite's draught
Refreshes the soul for absorbed love's wine emboldens.
Gently sweetened I feel ready for honeyed love-crafts.
Tasting I imbibe ambrosial amour as need takes hold.
Drunk to the full I embrace the life love will control