[ FS ] Fine Wine And Art Appreciation

        
Intoxicated      
or      
bewitched      
     
I watch her disrobe      
     
Then      
cupped in hand      
fish bowl of a glass globe      
lazily tips      
     
Oh, my ...      
     
how the red wine      
trickles in between those      
puffy pursed lips      
     
in its delicious      
roughly drafted pass      
goes straight on through      
to her rose hips      
     
not to mention      
the flushed cheeks      
of a fine dimpled      
derriere waggling behind      
back there swaying in trips      
to the powder room      
     
And the more I consume      
the more I find that my critique    
of her poetry in motion is weak      
in hindsight