Sex and Herbs

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You arrive home
with that beige paper
coffee cup clutched in
your elegant hands.
You found a new feeling,
you tell me, grinning,
and you proffer the cup my way.

I need no feelings but
those you give me.
The warmth of your touch
like golden honey on my
skin.
The sound of your voice,
gentle on the seashells
of my ears, always
lifting me from the
chaos in my heart.
Your scent —
spicy and sweet —
fills me like a balloon
full of helium love
bursting at the seams
with bright blinding
beams.

I get lost in your light
incensed by the scent
of your sweetness,
the milky honey
of your soul.
Entranced by you, babe,
my tongue tingling
with the taste of
sex and herbs.