A Sip of Red

A SIP OF RED I drink it because I love I consume it because I enjoy it I imbibe it because I like it The perfect glass is its best setting The darkest rouge its only dressing The fragrance its deepest allure Its body I so adore Is taste always brings happiness to the fore I am a connoisseur Its richness compels me to drink it Its bold aroma makes me sip it The feelings it brings attracts me to it I lovingly savour it This is how I enjoy it: I hold the glass up to look at its glow Then I deeply inhale its bouquet I swirl the red nectar around And the excitement causes my juices to flow The glass then goes to my eager lips Forcing me to take a long gently sip I coo as ambrosia touches my tongue I lovingly let ecstasy bath my taste buds They wantonly ravage it As the walls of my mouth caresses it I feel in heaven as I slurp it Then I gladly swallow it Down it goes setting my insides on fire A warm feeling infiltrates me A sinner I surely must be For the devil's liquid has captured me I have entered a spiral of sensuality With good company or alone I can never it disown Plonk is not for me Vintage I accept only One mouthful is never enough It is best when the glass is empty My thirst needs it The full bottle wants it I just love having it I am one with it It is within me It lets me be happy I love it sincerely