Blame It on the Wine

Posted by Brad Osborne on November 19, 2019 · 20 Comments 

 

 

Heartbeat quickens a bit

But it is not the wine

Right next to you I sit

Everything seems just fine

 

You feel a flush of warm

But it is not the fire

You fear my human form

Has stirred a long desire

 

Head is filled with music

It’s not the stereo

But lustful rhetoric

Whispered in ear just so

 

Breath rises and shortens

But it is not the air

My strong hand the portent

Brushing back silken hair

 

You lick red cherry lips

But it is not the taste

Of dew that gently drips

With arms around your waist

 

You stare back with green eyes

But it is not the light

That has given sudden rise

To what you feel tonight

 

Self-control slowly slips

But it is not the space

It’s nearness of my lips

To your beautiful face

 

Understood what you feel

I can feel it all too

My head begins to reel

Being this close to you

 

I say let’s shed some clothes

Add more fruit of the vine

Let us see where this goes

Then blame it on the wine

 

 

 

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