Wednesday, September 10, 2008

If I Were A Glass of Wine

I would be red
Deep, ruby, dripping
wet, blood, red

Filled of love, passion, hate
subtle sadness
and a hint of sarcasm

You would drink me in slow:
deliberate thrusts of your tongue
as it touches the iron cold glass
prison that traps me

I will slide into the back
of your throat with a sensuous
I am not your communion wine
I am something else entirely
And I am warm as I slide into your belly
Where I will stay dancing, waiting,
until you take another

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