With tips of fingers gently glide.
Satin to touch, euphoric to smell, sweet to taste
how I’ve yearned so.
Did you have to go away for so long?
Addicted to your elixir, anticipating its fragrant return,
Forbidden as ice covers all in this grey dreary world.
The word is neutral sheathing all,
Void of all color to the brink of sadness.
I wish to see nothing but your vibrancy.
Please save me from myself for fear I will not survive,
Fill my senses with pleasure and give me that quick release.
You fill my soul, satisfied beyond conviction.
Oh happy day as I witness the bloom of your splendor,
Experiencing your nectar as if for the first time.