Forgotten Wine

Casually we amble the trail searching for the perfect locale, quiet, secluded, alone. I spread the soft blanket in the warm fall sun. You rest upon the edge as I unpack our feast. A bottle of red wine, chilled to perfection, poured gently as we speak. I watch as you lift the glass the sweet nectar flows into your eager mouth. I taste the wine as I kiss your velvety lips. I tease you with a luscious ripened strawberry dipped in sweet cream. a soft murmur of approval escapes you lips I tantalize you with each bite all the while, mesmorized by your mouth. Slowly, I trail my warm hands down you shoulders and place gentle nibbles on your neck. Soon, hunger isnt the only thing that consumes us. Each other, we devour, the wine all but forgotten.