Red Wine


Her wine fueled touch tempts me.
How am I supposed to behave with her lips tracing along my neck, staining my body with desire?
She doesn’t want surrender, she wants exploration.
Red wine gave her vision, and I’ve become her focus.

Fearlessly she presses her body into mine, looking for a reaction.
I acknowledge her intoxicating presence with a sly smile upon my face.
She doesn’t need my permission, she already had that and she knows it.

She wants my attention, my curiosity.

She is in her element with this full glass in her hand, there is no need to pretend.
Now I understand, she is not ruled by her liquor, she truly is liberated by it.
With every taste she becomes irresistibly untamed.

As this bottle empties, her heart & heat overflow into me, and I drink her in without restraint.

Quick, quick, slow, each kiss dances to the flow of its own tempo.
We take pleasure in our punch drunk recreation; each mischievous embrace arouses laughter & wild exuberance.
On top of me she is on top of the world, and I come alive under her natural glow with the lights down low.

Our clothes have faded into the background along with the smooth Jazz horns & soulful melodies which once filled the room.
We are no longer influenced by music, but instead by the vibrant red glow of 19 Crimes Shiraz Durif and the texture of full-bodied skin to skin.
The red running through us shows us how we feel.

Red wine is the remedy, forget what’s on our minds.
Satisfaction can be oh so sobering as you hold onto me.
What remains is something we can’t describe, but it is real.

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