Your Essence

I can still smell your essence,  
Feel your presence,  
Taste your effervescent taste,  
on my face...
Love,
that makes me love,  
The way I love,    
When we make love!    
I want to feel that way again right now.    
I want to be totally enraptured
by the feeling,  
And capture the feeling,  
In something more than a memory.    
Something more like a state,  
Or a zone.  
Where I’m always at home    
In the constant rapture of love!  
Like us becoming one.  
In a continuous orgasmic flow.  
That never stops,  
Or drops off  
from climactic mountain tops!    
Like the precise point of conception,  
Of a love child,    
Which both of us wants, to share in.  
The beautiful creation of life.    
The ultimate gift.    
That point that sets your mind adrift.    
And your soul takes over.  
Your mind no longer has to think,  
You no longer have to know.    
All I want to do is lose myself in the moment.    
Lose myself, in your sweet essence.