I was struck as if with
a knife the moment I saw you
walk through the threshold,

Your sweet whiskey lips
licked by the vodka tongue
that I longed to indulge.

Your honey eyes
melted into mine,
dripping with the
nectar of lust
as my heart ached
for your love.

And I imagined
what it might be like
if your raspberry fingertips
designed little sugar trails
on my bare canvas skin
while the breaths that
escaped from my lungs
revealed your name.

And like the wind
you capture my attention and
carry it far away
from my grasp, where you are
safe from my black widow legs
and the silk web
I tried to bed you in.

Your heart remains
untouched and too pure
for my crimson fingers
to defile, but I still
crave you like poison.