Sweet Ambrosia
A pudgy-faced moon smiles up at you,
mirrored in her glass of burgundy.
And under ebony skies, you watch
as distant stars stir in her wine.
Within her goblet, galaxies swirl,
rushing to the fullness of her lips.
And you drink in this perfect moment;
sharing a bottle of summer wine.
Heady, from the grape's sweet ambrosia,
you savor the flavor of the night.
And love stretches beyond fantasy;
fulfilling dreams and expectations.
The wine stimulates all your senses,
with tantalizing bouquets and tastes.
And two lovers silently commune
with Nature, under the twinkling stars.
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