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Wine sip - poem

Sharon Smith-Knight

If you were a vintage bottle of wine and I could fir my cup I'd savor your essence for a time, then slowly I'd drink you up.

I'd let you linger on my tongue delight my palate with your bouquet my lips would bathe in your crimson pool, and I'd sit and sip all day.

If you were-a bottle of vintage wine all mellow and aged in wood I'd whirl you and swirl you around my mouth, and hold you as long as I could.

I'd drink from you slowly and deeply, and make your flavor last, and I wouldn't stop till the very last drop, and I'd probably lick my glass.