Tangled lace
softly falling
an enamored offeringSeductively sipping ambrosia
a potion
devotedly crafted for two
Intoxicated by senses
surrendering to the beloved
The heart, mind, and spirit touching
reasoning has quietly escaped
slipped through the doors of time
Ascending into another dimension
captured in Cupid's rapture.
* thinking back to more sensually entailed poems lately.
I'm pretty sure I have a bad case of spring fever.