The smooth texture of your words,
Blended with the page in elegant finesse,
Full-bodied expression of your love,
Intoxicating my heart and mind.
I feel the intense flavor of your kisses,
Lavish and lingering in their innuendo,
Your fingertips’ scent nuanced upon my lips
Of passion’s high notes and ruby-red flush.
We walk through the vineyards of our minds,
In search of the fresh fruit from the vines.
Sun-blessed and ripened, nourishing ardor,
A vintage afterglow completes our harvest.
As I ponder the fresh bruise on my lips,
I long for repeated moments like this,
When your eloquence swirls me around
And your scepter is tipped to the crown.