Tea
Soaking in sensual wisps of steam
Twisting from apple cinnamon
Melting strings of honey
With every rise of intense spices
Satisfying the fingertips
Fulfilling each embrace
Lifting trace with heavy haze
Senses shudder in a rosemary maze
Pulling forth to rise above
Sweeter endurance in one last taste
Tresses of confusion subside
Curling no more above the balmy chalice
Sinking lower in soothing thyme
Stealing beyond pursed lips
Cooling further yet melting skin
Cleansing the essence of being within
