Bliss

I had a moment of happiness last night
pure bliss
unadulterated joy

I could taste it, feel it on my tongue
like rolling a swollen bud
a wanton clit

I wished that I could bottle that feeling
that perfection
spent too soon,like lust

I awake before dawn
numb,unable
to find that feeling again

I am haunted by ghostly memory
of rolling a swollen bud on my tongue
of lust for a wanton cunt

I wish I could recreate it
so instead I preserve it here
like a clit coated in honey, turned ambrosia