#FineWine

As fine wine in a glass
She laid still on his chest
He could smell
The fragrance of her hair
And his tongue
Could sense her sweetness
Together they were
In this vineyard
She was his grapes
He was her gardener
He kept her
And she gave him
balanced liquor
Love so concentrated
He got drunk in it
And just as a flea
She couldn’t stop clinging
On his nerves.

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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