Passions Plea

I drink you in with my eyes
each loving sip
sweet like honeysuckle
and not enough

I'm drunk with the thought of you
intoxicated by you
like a soft sweet liqueur
consumed too fast

I hunger for your touch
the soothing salve
cooling the burn of absence
from being too long apart

I ache to hear your voice
the sweet bell of it
like faraway church bells
softly calling my soul

I pine for the kiss of your lips
like two rose petals
moist with morning dew
lingering softly on mine

I long for the smell of you
the musky sweetness
of passion and perfume
from love's long embrace

I die a little each moment
parted as we are
my heart speedily beating
knowing you are not mine