It Was The Wine 07/05/2010
I breathed of a delectable wine, Its aroma beseeched my slumber – I sipped of an alluring wine, Tasted the delicacy of its chateau – It was a precocious wine, Its speak immersed my senses – It was an ancient wine, Its velvetiness enthused – I relished a saturating wine, A sumptuous enticement – My blood ran captivated, Its interminable enchantment – Intoxication closed my eyes, Exquisite oblivion swallowed me – Tracings of heaven intrigued, Beguiling magnetism enrapt my core - I exhaled of a fascinating wine, My breathless slumber arisen – I savored an undeniable wine, And summoned its delights – CommentsLeave a Reply | 
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