It's too bad we never know
when it's our
last kiss, or
caress, or
chance to gaze
into a lover's eyes.
If we did
we'd pay closer attention,
savoring every
touch, and
tickle, or
flick of the tongue;
Knowing we'd never
feel that exact same 
sensation again.
We'd take the time to drink
in each others essence;
Become drunk
on the aura of another,
relishing the final toast
of our last time,
together.