White Wine Poems - Poems about White Wine

I wrap myself in feather-boa-fantasies of his dreams sinuous pinot-grigio-me; X-rated and never sated dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated ...my floorshow our foreplay welcome to the conjugal jungle of not-so-rusted lust sixty-something-shapely... 25th anniversary groom croons naughty thoughts; “you could make a young stud sizzle if you cougar-purred and preened.. half-your-age ‘prey’ would pray for a pounce!”— ooh! naughty indeed! ah, husband’s a...

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We smooched around the floor Her body pressed tight to mine I was high on stout and scotch She on gin and sweet white wine And we swayed around that room In a world all of our very own Engrossed each with the other Part of a crowd but really all alone In that room of spinning lights And smoke and heat and noise In...

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Dry White Wine David J Walker Fluent in the Subliminal thoughts of black & white The Monuments Mark note of what is Wrong and what is right And what one thought must be forgot in a different time and recalled only if at all In repentance of old age and ignorance and dry white wine...

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Red wine,white wine not sure if I love any one, this I'll live up to you to find it out. so, while I am waiting for a glass of wine, will you, let me know what's the verdict now. Red wine or white what is difference I will end dronk with out falling in love. So what is difference, no one will ever know unless you, like...

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Soft the glow in her candlelit night; sublime As stepping from the midnight shower; She.. Covering my heart her warmth; love's kisses....

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At a table in a garden, on a soft, sweet, summer's night Two friends are sitting talking by the moon's reflected light. On the table in the garden there are glasses but no drink And the friends are sitting talking, but they often stop to think. The topics that they cover seem to range so far and wide And the...

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White Wine Emparado Sun Shine ( 2007 ) The frosted glass Trickles in the shade Little rivulet’s marking times smiling Hazy cool sips Of the second bottle Shared with talk and laughter While Costa Del Blanca heat Bakes the dust devils Dancing at the seas edge Shared bread of the day Tuna olives and jalapenos Spell their twang While giggling on some silly joke Its smells like goats cheese And...

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View of village hillside houses sunset Curving road Small villa by the seaside Spanish architect bulls heads at entrance Velvet voice perfumed skin prettiest laugh Walnuts cherries stone fruits of the season Soft melody apple tarts beautiful wild honey Hunting season for smelly truffles is Winter Branches well trimmed they grow...

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