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About This Poem
Til we next meet
Swaying as one with the glass
Releases its scent to the air
So gently falling to my lips
Taste of pure relaxation bliss
My tongue caresses the flavour
As it swirls around in my mouth
Devine is that odd glass of wine
Sending me in to a spin so fine
How naughty you dare me to be
When my mind is not totally me
Inhibitions fall by the way side
I feel so unconscious and free
So glad that you are just a treat
Enjoyed your fun, til we next meet
Jan 2013
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