As
clear as the wine glass that seduces your lips
As intoxicating
as the finest vintage from Dionysus’ hips
As confounding
as the first sip that stirs you to take an oath
As
sinful as the liquid scarlet that slides down your throat
As
rare and potent as the concoction of ancient grapevines
This
woman’s love, like wine, with age, refines.
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