Love Poems: Yearning

I miss the taste

Of your tantalizing wine,

And I long for

The warmth of your touch.

Years ago, I sipped from

Your well of tenderness,

And drank contentedly

From your heart.

But I consumed more

Than you could give,

And quenched more

Than we could tolerate.

I staggered from

Our supine embrace

And reeled with

The rancor of my lust.

I lost it all.

So now,

I miss the taste

Of your tantalizing wine,

And I long for

The warmth of your touch.

© 2009  John Stuart