The Lady Poet Poem by Matthew Holloway

I hold a glass in my hand
Swirl the wine around
Savouring the aroma
Like I know what I am doing
I picture this poet
Sat in her chair reading
Reciting her poetry
Those legs on show
Distracting me, seduction
A pure basic instinct
Verse and desire
Two natural points
Of my own personal psyche
I'll drink up and pour another
Maybe write something myself
My passion is in poetry
And this is a toast worthy
Of every beautiful girl
Who writes poetry