I Am!
I am that bottle of vintage wine,
That you so seek with which to dine,
And taste of love and passion true,
See, I was made for none but you.
So sip me slowly, gently, deep,
Forever I'll be there to keep,
The essence of my love so rare,
That of this bottle you won't share.
You'll let me drop upon your skin,
From head to toe and all within,
Your fingers trace my sticky form,
Your senses reel, I'll make you warm.
When all of me is almost gone,
Savor the last upon your tongue,
Grab hold the glass and lick it clean,
To have me back, you've but to dream. . . .
Felix A. Vasquez
Copyright 2003 Felix A Vasquez
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