By your touch.
The touch of soft, velvety fingers.
The touch of silky smooth sheets.
The touch of your heartbeat against mine.

By your voice.
The voice of comfort.
The voice of soothing words.
The voice of love. (see poem "To Love")

By your smell.
The smell of perfume.
The smell of sharpies.
The smell of cigarettes.

But I'm not only intoxicated by you. I'm intoxicated by so many other things.

But I'll leave that for another day.