To be or not to be?

On the signal,

glasses raised,

they clash united;

ping ting echoes,

celebrating the joys of love

in whispers enticing.

As lips embrace

the cool elixir of hearts, bubbling.

Finally, the shedding of inhibitions,

litter the floor

in a trail  marked

of cotton petals.

On the bed of rotations

and horizontal liaisons...

was this love for evermore?