Wasted

Like a Mediterranean wind Decanting into a clear ocean, you hit me. 

Slowly, drowning me in the deep pools of your mahogany flesh.

Your intoxicating aroma, sweet and sultry, binds us in our rapture.

Bitter sweet touch to my lips you are aged to perfection. 

Drinking deeply, I lose myself in your world of wisdom, love, sorrow, and strength.

Immersing myself in your body of life. 

Each touch slowly making its way through my existence from my head to my inner thigh,

Blood rushing, clouding possible understanding,

I am wasted.

Reviews

[Surreal Sabrina]

Thank you kindly..I appreciate it.

[Raven Starhawk]

This poem has some intense truths. I am sure one will read and stop only to really take in each word. I even had to read twice through as it forced me to stop and appreciate line by line. I also imagined this with a bit of music behind it. I don't know why. I think I am a bit strange but this was excellent..