Sangria
It was stated that her lips tasted like sangria
Well, that means her lips were sweet and gave an aroma of peace
As the wine hit our lips we feel an everlasting taste of our Mia
Is it fine like the others or is it only a fine piece
Being next to her as you are dancing to the slow rhythm of the blues!
Can you truly feel her heartbeat, can she feel your heartbeat?
Do you see that love is coming into the taste of the wine in your muse?
Do not take the taste of her lips as passion if you are not ready to dance to the beat!
Was her hair the color of the wine or was it too dark that the red and black coalesce
The lights were making your eyes and her eyes speak to one another in confusion
Or was it a passion that only your souls and spirits could comprehend, did it coalesce
Did you make your chance on the floor to the music or did your lips miss their intrusion
Kiss her deeply to show your love without words, drop your boards!
Don’t let the night be gone for the barriers you both have as you need to tear down those boards
Copyright © Aaron Vialpando | Year Posted 2024
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