willow moon pearce
Wine As A Woman. - Poem by willow moon pearce
Not to be gulped
But sipped as a fine wine
I find your complexity
Overwhelming, a wine to be savoured
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.
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