One Evening


So the night ends with a whispered yet quietly erotic "I love you",
that sends tingles surging through my body...you look so
innocent like an Angel, yet something in your eyes...
or maybe your smile, tell a different tale...a tale of decadence...
a tale of passion all put together by a simple gesture...a wink,
a smirk,perhaps just a thought that was so intoxicating that you
had to let it slip in an involuntary twinkle, that little did
you know....made everything around me disappear...
only the taste of wine linger.
Perhaps tis the wine that creates...but if that were true,
why would I have this feeling before I ever took a sip?...
no, tis you...you are the root, the founder...
the muse that once in my head does not leave but settles
and slowly picks through all the bad detritus of my soul
and turns it into a useable means of inspiration...
therefore causing me to love you with all of me...good and bad.
There is little effort in loving one such as you...
to fall in an endless depth...forever changing...is easy.
There is no persuasion needed when the words
"I love you" want to leap from my mouth
to meet yours half way, however...
seeming so small when compared to the kiss that follows...

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