Fine Wine (romantic poem) angpd: FINE WINE I drink now of this lady She my palate will caress She warms my very being And ends my loneliness She is the ripened grape I pluck To my touch, her skin will yield The sweetness that she is inside To me she has revealed The clarity that's in her Brings me rainbows, not the rain With that spirit effervescent She's the finest French Champagne If you see her you will know her In the room, will fall a hush Her bouquet is that of Zinfandel Her softness that of blush She is a rich warm Burgundy My taste buds to excite The fullness of her body In my arms now late at night As gentle as the morning dew On the arbors of the Rhine Yes, this lady should be savored Like a bottle of fine wine! | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |