Sweet Ambrosia
A pudgy-faced moon smiles back at you,
mirrored in your glass of burgundy.
And under ebony skies, you watch
the distant stars twinkling in her eyes.
Within her goblet, galaxies swirl,
rushing to the fullness of her lips.
And you selfishly hoard this moment;
sharing a bottle of summer wine.
Heady, from the grape's sweet ambrosia,
Time savors the flavor of the night.
For love stretches beyond fantasy;
fulfilling dreams and expectations.
The wine stimulates all your senses
with tantalizing bouquets and tastes.
And two soulmates silently commune
with Nature, dining under the stars.
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