Candlelight and violins,
bub'ling waters rendezvous
on a winter night of sparkle
snowflakes all around
Bordeaux upon lips,
Intoxicated In premonitions
of unspoken confessions,
suspended In time against
the velvet canvas of night
A toasting to the season,
softly caressing lips;
the scent of wine
warms the scent of seduction




I love the picture and the background they really show off the poem. I think your middle stanza worked wonderfully
Best of luck in the contest 
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