Fresh maple syrup
and the taste of wine,
my lover's kisses
all are divine.
The sweetness caresses,
my tongue and soul,
creating memories
and making me whole.
Snowberry and lace,
leather and clove,
an aromatic journey
into the senses.
What was the smell,
lemon or clove,
or was it mint sweet,
in your dark abode.
Jasmine spice,
lavender is nice,
but your pleasures
are my favorite vice.
I dip my tongue into the flower,
the sweet nectar, heavenly,
the exotic heady mixture
of perfumed spices
excite my senses.
Velvet purple clouds
in an amber liquid sky,
waterfalling glass, full
to make the day go by.
Crowns upon my tongue,
an icy squire by my side,
jousting in the evening,
for the love and pride.
The love within my bones
plays an organs song,
stronger than the stones
I felt when all alone.
