Intoxicating

There is something intoxicating 
about his eyes,
about his smile,
about the way He wiggles his ears, flares his nostrils
and raises his eyebrows.

There is something intoxicating 
about the way He grabs me
and holds me
and puts me to His chest.

There is something intoxicating
about His heartbeat,
the way it throbs
beat
after beat
after beat.
It is beating
with passion,
with excitement,
with satisfaction.

For it is me
who is intoxicating
to Him.

When love stops being an idea, but permeates all of our being...