Point of No Return

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant? - Thoreau

They made love like two capricious connoisseurs.

Savoring each other's rare, exquisite vintage.

Uncorking the nectar of passion like a fine French champagne.

Swirling 'round and 'round in a snifter of ecstasy.

Bubbles and bliss overflowing forbidden flutes.

A continuum of chablis.

A carnal carbonation of coitus.

Spent.

Toasting what was meant.

Fermented.

Unprecedented.

Ebullient and unrestrained.

No longer contained.

Two spirits made to yearn.

Reaching past the ...

... point of no return ...

Author's Note

“All good things are wild and free.” - Thoreau