Passion flower tea...

The purple flowers remind me of how you clothe me. The sweet smell of your fragrance, your passion swirls around me; steaming too hot to touch but beauty to the senses. Utter worship, you consume me, You fill me. I long for the day when I can capture you into all of my senses, into my sight. You are my graceful lover; embracing yet burning you accept me. You are all I need, intoxicating, invigorating, soothing, and sensuous. I cannot lose your love, wrapped in the garments of your creation, blooming, surrounding, swirling draped in praise you’re lifted up. Glistening, all that is perfection. My desire is towards you, the eyes of my soul see only you, searching only for you.