She asked if I take sugar in my tea.
The look that came next went through me like a bullet.
Her words above her like a cloud slowly dissipating.
I didn’t want them to leave.

She asked if I drank wine sweet or dry.
The wink that followed flashed through me like a blade of lightening.
Her words falling like melting ice beneath me.
I didn’t want them to go.

She asked if I liked the taste of honey.
The lingering kiss, that followed her words along, helped me to find it.
Afterwards, her nectar – a gift from the gods – crept back onto my lips all night.
I didn’t want it to fade.

She asked if I loved her sweetness.
The touch that kept me on the edge of promise floated like waterlilies on my skin.
Her fingers bringing her glorious sweetness as close as warm breath on a mirror.
I didn’t want it to stop.

She asked if I take sugar in my tea. I look back and delight in that sweetness.
For whilst I think of her taste, I have no idea.