Inebriation

My vision blurs and fades
lost in a single moment
spinning
and twirling
the wind caught in
the folds of my skirt. . .

I hear your voice whisper, soft and far away . . .
you tell me it isn't the wind.

. . . And I smile . . .

You're right . . . It does not feel the same.
This warmth spreading throughout my body, could only be you.

I'm lost.

A place called pleasure claims me now.
and you have led me to it.

I'll drink deep.