Pop her cork and
let her breathe,
as I admire her
pale colored tint
Glows in the glass,
as I hold her tight
Smooth to the touch
on my tongue, I take
in her nectar like
flavor, as I sip and
consume her, every last
drop
When the bottle is
empty and I have
swallowed her down,
I am at peace and my
every thought surrounds
the passionate intoxication
which she produces deep
with in my very being
A Connoisuer or just
a plain drunkened lush,
either way I am addicted
and dependent upon her
beauty and love, all
that I desire, I have
found in this delicate
and juicy Chardonnay
In a list
A contest entry
- Wine Connoisuers by alexandrathegreat.
1200 points, ended February 15, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Those opening lines are sassy.
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Don't hold her too tight she might break! lol. Sounds a hell of a lot like making love if you ask me! Connoisuer is just a big word for drunken slob. I like chardonay too. Thank you for your entry.
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