Tasting

Treacly sweet is the juice of summer berries, enervating me to anticipate it upon my lips. Savoring the confection of melted chocolate is a delicious flavor to lick from my fingertips. Intoxicating my palate, is a decadent wine. Ripened grapes leave me in a euphoric state. Bacchus would claim, "It's simply divine!" To slake my thirst, I'd not choose to abate. But there are other flavors, not so appealing... salty tears that have coursed from my eyes or the taste of goodbye from a lover's kiss. Bitter is the sapidity of a soul's sorrowful cries. After tasting pure honey of unmitigated love, there can be no substitute for the syrupy mead. When sipped from lips, once tenderly kissed, the desire for more becomes an obsessive need.