The night was warm
the wine was cold
he drew a heart
in the condensation...
I kissed his wet finger
licking the moisture,
he said,
"I love you"
and smiled.
The night was warm
I kissed his wet finger
Author notesPrompt is the word 'Condensation' In a listA contest entry
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