Early amber sunrise coupled with calm streams
of saccharinity across my tongue,
always seem to remind me of him.
He taste like hot vanilla-caramel latte.
Invigorating sweetness that goes down smoothly
scorching my throat,
yet I can still taste him...
long after the burn.
Secret moments found in cream droplets of now
reclining in the palms of my hands like sacred promises I commit to daily,
just to hold him close.
I thirst hard for him, like a lover in need-
Like a woman resting on the edge of triumph,
while swirling passion’s flag of surrender.
Bemused at my audacious lust that still weeps inside the sigh
on the end of our conversations.
Breathing in this sensual brew reminds me of an aroma…
I haven’t inhaled just yet.
his scent cradles the walls of my nirvana,
throbbing colors fused in silk persuasion, softening my ways…
making my days….. Brave.
Creating the belief that I can conquer anything as long as he was
my AM fix, my liquid hit that I could sip slowly
and become blissfully lit-
just by the taste of his…