Not to be gulped
But sipped as a fine wine
I find your complexity
Overwhelming, a wine to be savoured
And remembered.
You were never to be present at a wine tasting
Too fine for that.
But as glass clinks
And eyes meet
I remember your glow
And I need to want you
Time and again.
Wine poems are the next best thing to a goblet of the real stuff. Did you read my poem, 'Wine? ' This one is nice, Willow Raynette
Well, leave me at least a 'corner'...LOL. this is very 'tasty'. I like 'Wine as a Woman. L
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very romantic - 10 at least