The Wine

The Wine

A Poem by TTBoy


even chilled, I go down


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

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