Picked from Loves Vine,
Squeezed and aged for decades,
Perfection extracted from its fermentation.
A potent potion,
To the user it triggers instant intoxication.
Of the mind and body,
It sends inebriated vibrations to the soul.
A transcending bliss that transports you
From this plane to somewhere not of this world.
Where each touch sends a tingle slowly down your spine.
And over your thighs…
Down to your toes, electrifying the mind.
Where the air is incensed with honey
And tastes like sweet strawberries.
Your good nights are sugary kisses,
And good mornings exhilarating climaxes.

THE FEELING

A rich nectar that sends you soaring high.
Over the clouds and above the stars,
Where only angels fly.
A heavenly feeling,
To be compared only to Gods touch.
Goose bumped by a brush with divinity,
Where you no longer individually exist,
Our bodies are now just us.
Intertwined on a molecular level,
Hearts beating in rhythm as one.
Showered by the creation of lust and loves union.
Sharing shivers,
Soul-mirrored stimulation experienced by only a few.
The few whose lips have been touched
By drops of this potion
And their life renewed.

You ask me what I’m searching for,
It is this like I've described it.
You ask me if it’s possible,
And I’ll answer yes
Because I’ve tasted
And chased it ever since.

You may consider me a fool,
A drunk dreamer maybe,
One who has been lit a blaze
By the touch of Aphrodite,
Seeking a return to the halls of Mount Olympus,
But whose feathers have been singed
By the flames of Hades.
Leaving me flightless
And weighed down by nostalgia and maybes.
Trapped on a plane where quick gratification
Outweighs a soul-tethered connection.
A trail traveled by those adrift,
Hoping to find the land of sweet entrapment.

My heart has seen it,
Laid eyes on its golden pillared corridors.
Slumbered in comfort on its feather-woven linens,
Walked over its diamond-tiled floors.
What is there,
whether seen or felt,
Is bold and without subtlety.
Here is where I’ve tasted this potion,
A strong feeling with misty palatability.

There is no question
Why like a fiend I once again crave
The taste of this potion.
To sip until my aches are numbed,
From its beautiful intoxication.