Red Wine


Bottled and aged with sophistication,

I’m infatuated.

Her look. Her charm.

More so, my virginity unrelated.


She pours into my glass,

smooth as a satin robe.

Her elegance intoxicating.

Touching my lips, she asks for more.


I share my thoughts with her,

breathing in her bittersweet reply.

Glass after glass,

eventually calling it a night.


I went to bed alone,

laying there in the dismal light.

I fell in love with a woman

who lives in a glass of red wine.

Food/Drink Love

John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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