Burgundy Wine Poems - Poems about Burgundy Wine

...Specially caught shells and pearls, still lace is woven with worn fingers. The anointed ten, working together, crochet a web of intricate design. Shells on the sandy shelf satisfy, but d......

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... Dark, sexy, ebony eyes that light up, sparkle and twinkle. Tender lips, as tempting as red, sensuous, burgundy wine. On your handsome face, not even one, creeping, aging wrinkle. Wish......

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... Your warm hands hold mine, That with desire both shine and shiver. Like the moon, looking for a silvered river. Oh, how long for you I pined. Sparkling burgundy wine, in tinkling crysta......

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...I’m drifting dreaming soaring high floating flying beyond the sky. To this love this wonder of mine my heart seeps a burgundy wine. Fragrant blend of tangerine hope scented sweetly, so vast it......

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...sunset glowed glistened glittered the color of dark red burgundy wine where my soul suspended between earth and sky once more said i......

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...This was the year for an abundance of plums, the fruitlets spared by the absence of frost. The tree was leaning, the branches drooping with a curtain of fruit downward plunging. Such was the ......

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...By design, I was created to tranquilize your mind, enter your world and cause it to align, protect your spirit from the unkind, be your inspiration, support your vision, help you to give birth......

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...In my house intoxicating liquid lies unlocked in a closet. Subject to the anti-drug campaign since birth, I never thought to try it. Why? Fear of addiction, or of drunkenness? Both......

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..." The Crimson-Conscience-Juror ... " Scarlet Ribbons On Her Arms Red Lights In Her Mirror Best Friend Blood, On Her Hands and A Crimson-Conscience-Juror A Ton of Fire-Bricks On Her Head B......

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...Creativity given to a pen moved by a thoughtful man, divulges ideas with a steady rhythm... not minding noises, just writing what pleases him. Find him dreaming on a deserted island in the Adriatic......

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...Some of the Bradford Pears have turned burgundy The leaves are so glossy feeding the trees the last for this year As they drink the burgundy wine from their lips The black ink of my pen tells my p......

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...Business before pleasure Are you a big spender Mortgaging your heart For lustful endeavors Straddling your bottom line Leveraged with burgundy wine She wants a quick merger Before your numbers......

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