Bubbling of wine and lust

Dry, the wine, so white and bubbly,
we together so wet and sticky
in all the best ways.

 A cork massaged carefully
in hopes that explosion
doesn’t happen to soon.

Gently in bubbly escapes,
it flows in wetness
oh so dry and sweet.

Tongues reach to catch
and inhale all goodness
lest any goes to waste.

Spilling to breasts
now heaving and shining
with nature’s fermented fruits.

Flowing downward over
navel and thighs
and labia’s inner goodness.

Tongue racing, swirling,
lapping and catching,
no wetness should be lost.

Sucking, inhaling,
wine and passion
and of love’s joys.

Lost in moments
uncaring of other worlds’
eyes and ears.

We, together drunk
in wine and lust
of bubbly and us.

Wetness now confused
of wine and
of mine and yours mixed.

Tongues still searching
entwined and being
vintage wine of ours.

Bottle’s shape inviting
for you to joyful ride,
it spurting clit-teasing bubbles.

Me watching and
stroking and getting
ever-so-close.

Tongues extend as
all corks release with
us and wine exploding.

Bubbly, our wine and
us coming together,
we consuming every drop.