Sweeter Than Wine
He pops the cork from vintage vine,
then bubbles dance in scarlet wine
I look his way, his eyes find mine
The stars align, the stars align!
He pours the glass, and as it tips
one drop remains there, as I sip
I leave for him upon my lips
My heartbeat skips, my heartbeat skips!
The wine my lips had not yet met
becomes a bliss, I'll not forget
A kiss that tastes of sweet claret
Not one regret, not one regret
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Inspired by the Contest: Monetetra
Sponsored by Kim Merryman 6/26/13
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