Tu me Manques (The Chalice)

I felt a faint knock on the door of my heart.
Was that your tempest's moan?
I felt a slight tug on the strings torn apart.
As softly as the wind blows.

Was it just an illusion on the breath of a dream?
Am I grasping for stars that aren't there?
A sensitive soul is like a feather so tenderly.
The slightest touch of passion finds me aware.

A yearning is a gasp from the voice of my heart,
Enticing all senses of dripping places.
A ghost in the chambers of my heart's hall,
Wooing..inviting into passion's seductive spaces.

I cannot resist this intimate elixir
To drink of this antidote moistens every fold.
It tingles every crevice no hope for resistance.
My words of sweet inoculation are your's to behold.

Please drink of my potion I offer in this cup.
Feel it pass warm down your throat.
Although the renewal is never enough.
It will return just as sure as the wind blows.