Tuesday, 15 February 2011

Leggy dregs stretch the fresh blood of this fine wine.
Viscous curves slip and tickle.
Fullsome red moans a heady lullaby.
Tongue lappings loosen locked hearts.
Widen stuffed throats.
Hearten cold hearts.
The mouth moistens.
Tongue and palette anticipate an oaky weight.
Soul's tincture.
Party clincher.
Poured to the core.

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