Possibilities of passion
smoldering sensual memories
his glance over the rim
of a liquor coated glass
	I see his fingers there
	knowing that before
	they rested where
	I blossomed once more
	my soul laid bare
	he'd found my secret door.
I watch his lips meet
his tongue escape its realm
remembering its subtleties
and  the languidness
	of its liquid tip
	searching for nectar
	upon my bottom lip
	knowing I could never
	accept a simple sip
	never did better
Than when he went for the dip
he sets the glass down
I know his next move
his eyes slide to mine
	the lightning makes its leap
	our hands meet in space
	I rise to my feet
	I am lost in his face
	as our mouths agree to meet
	my heart is in a race.
In each others arms
eyes closed and lost
the breath ceases to exist
I wake with a gasp
Time melts us to one
knowing he loves me
I am to be his last.