a taste

glazed with melancholy
seasoned with euphoria
fruit of olympus
i crave for you

my hands are trembling
my mouth is eager
my thoughts are racing
my heart burns

dip me in ecstasy
flavor me with your bitter-sweetness
color my soul
make me sore

free from doubt
bound to anticipation
even if it conquers me
i am ready

take me high
and throw me back down
falling wont count for much
i will float, we'll see

gods, i implore you
fulfill my desire
harrass me with your might
i will persist until the cold takes me

for now, i can only imagine
with parted lips i shall greet you
you who they call ambrosia

curl your fingers round my naked tongue
embrace me with heaven's flavor

all i ask is just a taste