I inch you closer to my lips;
Swirling,
Sniffing each time between sips.
The silky smooth redness you always seem to bear,
Stains my lips but it’s a shade I love to wear.
Too much of you can lull a man to sleep,
As you race through the veins to nurse the secrets that we keep.
As I breathe you in,
Oh how it feels like a sin.
Your scent faint but quite grasping,
As the cold glass brushes my chin.
As your taste hits my tongue,
Smooth like silk on skin,
I smile knowing this glass will soon grace my lips again.
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Julia Alfred
I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.
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Wow this was so good. I'm not a wine drinking but I want to go out and by a bottle right now. what an enthralling poem. Very well done
Lovely poem !