Essence of a Presence
Savourer ta source cachée
You, my love, are no meal
To be had and forgotten.
You are life itself.
Wellspring of nations
And heart of lives unnumbered.
To taste you is—
To drink from a secret spring
Of faint savoriness—
The whisper of skin,
Warmth and body
Blooming on the palette of desire.
A sweetness
Not sugar, but the nectar
Of security and welcome.
A tang that is alive,
the signature of you alone.
No catalog can define this,
For it is presence:
Earth and rain,
Musk and light,
The poetry of your chemistry
Mingled with breath.
And though it is the tongue
That receives it,
The heart is what savors—
Taste of intimacy itself,
An act of being nearer to you
Than words can ever permit.
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