My Ambrosia

Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming.

You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts.

I wondered do you think of me, sipping the sweet red wine?

I have been adrift in the thoughts of you, all day. I needed to kiss your trembling lips and have your perfect legs encircling my body.

You run to me as I come to you. Meeting halfway and I whispered as our lips meet.  You are my ambrosia. My only sweet dream.

Coyote/John Castellenas