Insatiable

Among lingering chill through the bones
Can't fading summer heat even night quell
As fine crystal bleeds past the main course  
Each sip compliments the prior, insatiable  
Drowning, with desperation, out the dessert  
Craving sweetness that time has passed by  
Residing to quarters, hungry, lost in vertigo  
Numb to the feel of Italian cotton percale
With close, the mind brings not one dream