Ambrosia of the Gods

  Feather-light glances
Brush my bare skin
Igniting shivers of desire
The taste of her lips on my tongue
Though we’re yet to touch

Barely inches apart

The tease only surpassed
By tender fingertips whispering
Fire into my electrified nerves
Arching blue beneath my skin
Ambrosia of the Gods in my veins

© Indie Adams 2012