Sweets for the sweet,
such a lovely treat,
but sounds like a tease,
offer a kiss, if you please.

Dripping her kisses through sugar cubes,
do not make them any sweeter,
it simply makes them easier,
to take, by the drop,
as a sip of her love,
will leave me drunk for days.

Fleeting love and lust,
explosions fast and searing,
the feelings imprinted in neurons,
like a nuclear blast.

Staring through reality,
at a point somewhere in time,
memories of you,
are simply sublime.

Tempering reminisces of her,
with bits of today's reality,
to keep them from scrambling,
and to keep me in the here and now.