The taste of your name on my tongue
startling and subtle awakening; hungry
as though darkest chocolate on taste buds
bittersweet and blissful together; wanting.
The melody of your name sings in my ear
whispering as wind persistent; listening
as though music too lovely to be sung aloud
rhythms and rhymes entwine perfectly; imploring.
The sent of you lingers richly about me
pulling and pleading so hopefully; distracted
as though the perfume of rarest floral bloom
tempting and tantalizing calling sweetly; taunting.
The warmth of your skin against my own
calming and comfortable this caress; awakening
as though angels breath blown warm upon me
delicious and delicate beyond explanation; loving.
Karen Quinn 2013