I look for you in every sip of wine that I drink where I can spill out my words to reach your lips.
I look for you in the fine taste of each syllable, in the savor of each phrase, searching for the sound of your voice to calm my being.
I look for you in this haze of bliss filling my heart of pure sweetness.
I’ll never have my fill.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
I look for you in every sip of wine that I drink where I can spill out my words to reach your lips.
I look for you in the fine taste of each syllable, in the savor of each phrase, searching for the sound of your voice to calm my being.
I look for you in this haze of bliss filling my heart of pure sweetness.
I’ll never have my fill.