A Toast!

That I have but sipped
Of your lips
(O! Seductive Phylactery!)
The sweetest Draught
So Deeply.
Intoxicating with Whispers
Of Drunken Revelry.
Lost in the moment
Lost
In the Liquor of your kiss.
It would make a drunk of me
In Memory -
A prayer to slake my Dying thirst
Parched, wicked burning
In a fiery breast
Thudding and thumping
Sluggishly pumping
Languid, thicked pleasure
Through these Addictive veins.

I stagger
Still
As the world reels
Threatening my consciousness
With Liquid visions of you.
Damn this clouded soul!
For it's all I can think... I need a drink.