The Wine
A Poem by TTBoy
Bold-bodied
even chilled, I go down
warm
As a tease, stroke me by
swirling me around inside
what keeps me floating
I am best at the color of lust
and thirst to get to your edge
tipping you over into intoxication
where then that field
of play will be filled with coos
and girgles sometimes bone chilling
though filling is the idea
best laid
And your being drunk
as I am the finest you ever sipped
and swallowed
until you could have me no more
© 2010 TTBoy