Tensions wind with
sea's rising tide
then curtains' delicate divide.
Tongue's unsung syllables rhyme,
body's language replying in kind
its secrets, inclined to confide
in passions humid,
dripping liquefied;
sweetness seizes and slides-
a taste inside
where nectar, ambrosial, resides.
Blurring in a flurry
of your nerves and mine
as if designed
to collide then combine
for a time,
you and I intertwined;
lying supine, your
spine obliged to writhe,
legs around head,
softest vices tightly bind,
hands on thighs,
slowly grind
upon this throne you ride,
crown for the divine;
unifying flesh and minds,
higher towards sky
you climb.
Then knot untied
leaves skin sweat soaked-
satisfied,
described only by
a sigh.
© Andrew Crawford

[Just some side notes with this one (since these words are meant to have double meanings): Ambrosia - 1. (In Greek or Roman mythology) the perfume/food of the gods, often depicted as conferring longevity or immortality upon whoever consumed it, literally means "immortality" in Greek; 2. Something extremely pleasing to taste or smell.
Nectar - 1. The drink of the gods; 2. Something delicious to drink; 3. a sugary fluid secreted by plants, especially within flowers to encourage pollination by insects and other animals]