It was a calm moonless night,
I walked home with her,
it was like a romantic ride,
I wrapped my arms tightly around her,
kept my feelings under check,
lest she gets a hint of how I felt.
I moved a pace or two behind,
her soft neck nuzzled mine,
It felt good but I couldn’t help but wander,
what was on her mind?
We reached the landing of the porch,
the walk had been short,
there was so much I wanted to say,
or was it that I just wanted her to stay?
I tried to while moments away,
what was I looking for? Perhaps a way.
Her enchanting beauty held me captive,
a wild excitement danced in my eyes,
to make a move, would that be wise?
The more I fought my feelings,
the more drawn I was.
At last I gave in and put her to my lips,
she tasted good and did not resist,
after all she was mine,
my beloved bottle of vintage wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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