"The glass was empty before the kiss was full and the soul was satisfied.” “The lips still longed when the wine was gone.” “An empty glass cannot quench what the heart keeps pouring.” - Author
another glass poured— questions ripple in the glass each sip slow savored swirled to reveal the secrets tart on the tip of the tongue your hand grasps at mine arms entwine beneath the cloth— a feast set for two titillation passion served pleasure decanted on course hollow goblets clink, laughter's dessert shops on lips that join for quick kiss— yet the night seeps through fingers like the wine we cannot keep
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