Used to spend my nights thinking of my first one.
Liquor was on my mind like the correlation of grape to wine.

But you introduced me to a world where wrong wasn’t actually wrong.
And awakened me in ways that Jack Daniels just wouldn’t understand.

Smoothly you coasted in my senses as a cruise along the seas.
Appearing before my eyes with forbidden beauty.
Feeling cooler and fresher than a glacier surrounded by melted ice.
Screaming silently in my ears, alerting me that you would be my first and my last.
Smelling of sweetness and ripeness.
Tasting more pleasant than a Pina Colada on beach day.
And more concentrated and complex than a wine expert can articulate.

You are more leathery than Sangria Red.
As rich as Peach Sangria.
Connected as Gria can be,
and I’ll stay tipsy off of your love until infinity.

There’s more elegance to you than the walk of a model.
Life never stopped you from being able to exist.
You always moved against her as if she could conclude you.
Your brilliance extends a description.
Perfection exists because you were created.

Stella Rosa fancied you and turned me Gold.
Oh, she knew I would become as fine as her after one sip of you.
Fermentation wasn’t always smooth, but it was well-worth it.

When you presented your heart, I couldn’t waste it.
As beautiful and soft as a row of bouquets.
As soft and gentle as Pink Moscato.
As full as my heart with the love you poured into me.

You are more leathery than Sangria Red.
As rich as Peach Sangria.
Connected as Gria can be,
and I’ll stay tipsy off of your love until infinity.

-Mia J
10/18/2024

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