Even his whisper leapt out at me.
A tendril of captivity
crept a winding way
behind my eyes twixt my ears
shape shifting in my mind.
A worshipful journey,
no dwindling of desire....
this tantalizing taste
of his wandering want
entered my mouth
my moistened tongue moved
to savor this sensuality
to drink, 
to swallow
this nectar
of his love.