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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.
Written by Nilknarfar
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