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The thoughts that come from a moment of blissfulness, derived from a class of wine.

Submitted:Aug 1, 2012    Reads: 25    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   



Toya Jordan

Every Sip of this wine

reminds me of the taste of you.

Causing the bud of my flower to quiver

and cry out for water

And as the warmth from this wine spreads

througout my body

I lone to breath in the scent of you

To bury my self into depths of you.

As my desires heightens

from these sips of wine.

My one thought is to experience

what I have written Sip Sip Sip.


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