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The Wine Glass

Your shape is subtle sensuous curves
offering up blood-red nectar 
sliding silently into the warmth of my mouth

Buttery blossoms of fruit and aged sorrow
Swimming through my veins 
flooding my senses with pulsating warmth

Swirls of soft fingertips over your rim
evoke a haunting note
swollen anxious lips curve over you 
to catch every drop

Do not fear your emptiness for 
I will fill you up once more
and dance again with you till dawn  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 12/20/2012 11:27:00 AM
This calls for a toast! Awesome work.. :D
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Date: 12/17/2012 7:07:00 AM
Wonderful job. Signed you up as a favorite.
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