Inebriated

Sunshine's
elixir
caresses our souls
with a passionate warmth
that grows
and grows
until the heat becomes too much
to control

Our inhibitions
evaporate
under the heat
of this drunken torture
offering our desires
a freedom
as delicate
as the beads of sweat
that struggle
to contain
our burning intimacy

Drenched
in the silence
of its fire
as the now's mood
feeds the flames
with moments
meant
to last as long
as the day's breath

Inebriated
yet
we
drink more
and more
of the scorching
easiness
of the sun's light
hoping that each minute
is the forever
beautiful
that quenches our thirst

Nice poem .

Passionate