A Fine Wine
getting drunk
drinking her
fermented sweat
mixed with
a bouquet
of musk with
an aftertaste
unrelated
to anything ever
to touch
my palette
sweet but dry
she's full bodied
with a bite
of cinnamon spice
she goes down
smoothly aged
to perfection
a vintage
Colombian
1994
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