The linen serviette, white gloves at the ready
Maitre d' holds the bottle his hands are steady
The cork makes no sound, its removal is silent
The crystal glasses await for the ultimate event
The ripe fresh aroma of cedar and berry fruit
With big dry tannins, as the French say Brut
Listen to the sound as the liquid is poured into the goblet
Full of expression, as a trout filled rivulet,
The beautiful colour, a rich blood red
Enticing like a lover waiting to go to bed
Your lips cannot wait, to taste this wine of note
Yet you linger awhile to savour this moment
Cabernet Sauvignon, taste, feel and smell it, it is a wine so rare
For in this world of wines, there is nothing you can compare.
Enjoy my friend, you have an unquenchable thirst
Cabernet Sauvignon, is always a first.
A contest entry
- Wine Connoisuers by alexandrathegreat.
1200 points, ended February 15, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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It is an unquenchable thirst because my mouth is always so dry when I drink it. I like the way you set this up with the hotel room, sexy feeling. Thank you for the entry.



