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
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