I sip from your cup of love.
Savoring your taste on my lips.
Your love soothing and sweet,
it warms me from my head
to my toes,
and I’m tingling 
from the inside out.

I sip from your cup of love.
Drinking in your essence,
rolling it around on my tongue.
Head swimming
and almost drunk 
from the taste of you,
from the warmth of your love.

You look at me.
Your eyes glazed and lids lowered,
lashes kissing your cheeks.
I ask you,
“Are you intoxicated as well
my love?”

You smile your answer.
I smile in return.
Your head lay on my breast,
and we succumb to our drunkenness,
brought on,
by cups of love and passion…

… and sleep carries us away