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The Wine Glass
Darling,
Your lipstick on the wineglass was my last sip of you. I put my fingers around yours, and drew a deep breath, putting my lips upon your rouge, as I savored the last drop of your chardonnay. The thought crossed my mind that we experienced the flavor together.
Then my heart raced when I realized mine was the richer experience. I tasted the last drop of you, along with that lonely drop of wine. Now, I can only long for another vintage of that blend.
Your lipstick on the wineglass was my last sip of you. I put my fingers around yours, and drew a deep breath, putting my lips upon your rouge, as I savored the last drop of your chardonnay. The thought crossed my mind that we experienced the flavor together.
Then my heart raced when I realized mine was the richer experience. I tasted the last drop of you, along with that lonely drop of wine. Now, I can only long for another vintage of that blend.
Published 15th Nov 2022
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2nd Apr 2023 2:02pm
Your poem captures the beauty of nature and its ability to bring peace and joy to our hearts. The imagery and language used are truly captivating and evoke a sense of tranquility. Thank you for sharing this piece with us.
