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