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Dec 2019
Something about the way
You hold your wine glass
Intrigues and piques me.
The way the condensation
Contrasts with the heat
That emanates from your hand;
Water droplets slipping between
your fingers. your honey skin
Evocative of the sweet Chardonnay
From which you sip bequaething
The glass with red lips stains.
There's something about the imagery
That leaves me yearning for a taste.
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
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