First Pressing
i was stretching
reaching across
you laying naked
next to me when
suddenly i felt i
was in the garden
of Eden suddenly
feeling licks and
tugs sucking my
grapes making me
think perhaps too
late i should have
pruned when soon
a shudder of my
leg's arbor started
somewhat startled
feeling like making
wine but not a whine
was heard more like
a dry non oaken moan
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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