She is as sweet to me
as strawberry wine
she melts on my tongue
and stays on my breath
for hours after we last touch
I savor her like the last drop in the bottle
breathing in her scent
sweet and soft
and filled with honey and sugar
She is to me
as important as oxygen
I do not think
that even for a second
I could live without her
I might be as addicted to her
as a drunk
to strawberry wine
but I think
I can more than live with that
