Bottled and aged with sophistication,
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.