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A drink from her cup.

This poem was inspired by someone who has always been sweet to me. I hope she recognizes herself.
I drink red wine before the fire;
She shares my cup with grace.
Cold winds howl, the fire’s blaze
Chases chill away.

I lay her down and drink my wine
From the hollow of her throat;
Spilling out across her breast,
My hungry lips then race.

Her navel is a tankard full
Of wine, ripe for the taking.
Below, out spills her own sweet wine;
A far more heady vintage.

Rosé cheeks.
Chablis skin.
Bordeaux tips her heaving breasts.
Claret cleft.
Merlot within.
Port-wine hood with Cognac crest.

I hope to drink eternally
And never have my fill.
From her lovely chalice sweet
Her love flows with a will…

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savanna
Posted 05 Aug 2010 09:22
Oh Wow This is really Nice, You are so kind and dear to my heart, Thank you for this wonderful read.

LadyX
Posted 05 Aug 2010 07:31
nice poem, Nudes. Very sweet, rolls off the tongue easy, just like a good wine might.
 

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