Wine and Woman
She's as smooth as glass
With gentle curves.
A fine crystal that sings
With a moistened touch.
She's a sweet moscato or riesling
With bubbles that giggle when she smiles.
Or maybe a mellow red
That leaves a taste that asks for more.
She warms my heart and soul
And shows me new steps on the floor.
Her sweet plump fruits catch my eyes
And caress me through the night.
Tomorrow she will welcome me again.
A love affair and not a sin.
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