Ambrosia

Waiting for your kiss,
your life touch.
smooth hands caressing my being
telling me everything
will be just fine,
massaging my mind
with a stare that would
set fire to memories
forgotten, and
you could give,
with deep blue eyes,
like pools of
ambrosia.
You are my
Godly nectar,
I drink from you,
freely.
embrace me
with the blanket
of your soul.
Wrap me in the
garments of a King,
like you have
so many times before.
Let me feel your
essence flow
through me.
Touch me
like no other
can, or will.
I am yours.

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