Ambrosia


My Ambrosia
Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming.
You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts.
I wondered do you think of me, sipping the sweet red wine?
I have been adrift in the thoughts of you, all day. I needed to kiss your trembling lips and have your perfect legs encircling my body.
You run to me as I come to you. Meeting halfway and I whispered as our lips meet. You are my ambrosia, my only sweet dream.

 
Coyote/John Castellenas