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Like a Fine Wine

Poetry By: dianarose

His kisses are smooth like a fine wine...

Submitted:Feb 4, 2007    Reads: 82    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

I love his lips onto mine,

Oh, how fine it is like a glass of wine.

I savor the taste,

No waste for I am careful.

Just like my heart, I take all my time,

The ideas I swoosh and roll it around.

In my thoughts and in my mind,

What a find I have found, for I will never whine.

He kisses me deep,

Like a good old red.

I feel im spinning and it's going to my head.

I know on this one I want to keep.

Forever and ever, I am in deep.


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