Breathe You In

Like slowly cascading water,

the subtle drip, drip, drip,

I taste you,

and drink you in.

As the bells of lavender grow,

their scent permeates me,

nature's precursor to arousal,

as does the scent of your passion.

As we ride the tidal waves,

equals in every right,

we have come of age,

and sinfully, we blossom as one.