A taste of scotch and heather honey <br />Leads my soul over the meadows, <br />The rocks and streams <br />To hold a weary heart in mine. <br /> <br />Weary and weak are not the same- <br />For her beauty and wispy sweet <br />Give way to willful power <br />And burning desire. <br /> <br />A thought of her lights <br />For only a second, <br />A crystalline idol of her worship <br />Melts in a second on my longing tongue. <br /> <br />It is simply a flash, <br />But her erotic visage lingers beyond. <br /> <br />A yearning begins, <br />Creeping slowly down the throat <br />As a mirage of her silhouette <br />Begs to be broken to reality. <br /> <br />And she teases, taunts me, <br />Divides the human from the spirit <br />As I plead to share this <br />Taste of fiery sweet, of sensual divinity <br /> <br />With the one from whence it came.<br /><br />Tsani Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drambuie/
