I've looked to you
like a wine bottle on a shelf
saving you for a special occasion
that I am not yet ready for.
That bottle was put away
not very long ago.
Just as you lay alone at night
still warm to my touch.
In this moment, I drink you in
and spread your bouquet across my pallet.
I savor every succulent moment,
sweetly reminiscing our vintage.
As you course through my veins
your effect addles my judgement.
Your presence undulates to my heart
and you intoxicate my senses.
You raise my expectations to a level
that I have not yet known before.
And you enrapture my heart
in a manner that I have yet to feel again.
Spinning within dreams
I lay my weary head
within the silhouetted embrace of you
yet I am in an empty bed.
I awaken. My senses corrupted
and my hopes left hanging.
I am unfulfilled like no other
and seek a place to belong.
It was moderation we missed
and over-consumption guided our hand
If given the chance
our attempts will seduce one another
in a manner which onlookers
will not comprehend.
Lay your vein vulnerable again
and I will quicken your heart once more.
