Moscato Poems - Poems about Moscato

...SHARING Stopped in a winery. Splurged on chilled bottle of sparkling Moscato wine, salted, crispy crackers, soft goat cheese to nibble. Shared stories, goals, plans and splendid time with ......

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...(A haiku suite) Racism Chardonnay flesh-eating fungi gorged upon humanity never to be healed? Capitalism Merlot symbiant becomes neoliberal parasite none for all f......

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...Smooth roll down my throat through my temple Seriously scent of grapes roams to my nose Pink Moscato nights kept me with rose colored glasses Settling for less looking for validation outside myse......

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...I am feeling sick today, I drank too much tequila and now my stomach is churning in a sickening way. I was supposed to go explore a cave but instead am writing this poem to say that I am also quite g......

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...Mirassku Moscato.....love and compassion, that day is coming all Other castles are built in the air. And I wonder when our love is gonna change Living u der the Feilds to Something else reminds.......

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...Laying down in my queen sized bed All kind of painful aches inside my head Looking up my room slowly spinning Last night I drank and drank My thoughts I'm WINNING!!! Looking around the room fe......

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...Maybe it’s the Moscato Maybe it’s the Tequila Maybe it’s just me After drinking drinks from the liquor sea I’m waiting for my Sugar to come home He's been gone for so long Two minutes is too ......

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...Patron mixed with Hennessy and coke with heartbreak for a chaser. Moscato on the rocks is my drink of choice when memories drudge up of “I used to date her.” Vodka tears from too many shots, sh......

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...With every taste of wine and sweet perfume, The florid touch of night grows ever wilder And wraps the heart in evanescent bloom, Which gives the mind new fantasies to ponder. The crisp moscato ......

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...She's as smooth as glass With gentle curves. A fine crystal that sings With a moistened touch. She's a sweet moscato or riesling With bubbles that giggle when she smiles. Or maybe a mellow re......

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...I was listening to Central Park West topping violet over clouds of brie cheese cream whipped to compliment my moscato. Her lips curled around another strawberry bosom, blossomed fleshy dark sun t......

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