Tequila Temptation

A salty bead of perspiration,
trickles down with trepidation,
winding the slow road
south.
An empty bottle of tequila
allows me to feel her
as I taste the ambrosia
of her mouth.
The air is thick with intent
while crickets sing a sad lament;
an ode to lovers loving
in the fragrant gloom.
She reveals her inner soul to me
as dying sun slips, betwixt sky and sea.
Passion wanes and while I sleep, she steals away,
beheld by a maudlin moon.
Melancholy dawn breaks and I awaken. Alas no recollection
of my sinful transgression
with an ethereal, mercurial
enchantress.