Breathless...

Your thought,

A wisp of finely crocheted lace,

 A whiff of subtle perfume,

Barely there,

But, consuming me

 In its entirety

Your presence

A warm breath

Fanning my senses,

Making me lose myself

In its wholesomeness

Your love,
Like a swig of sweet vintage wine
intoxicating  my senses, and
rendering each feeling
surrealistic and sublime