Blame It on the Wine



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




20 Responses to “Blame It on the Wine”
  1. Only YOU could take a wonderfully romantic notion and turn it into poetry! Well done, in fact, VERY well done!

  2. c.a.h. says:

    I would buy this… very well done

  3. jupitergrant says:

    Love it, love it, love it!! This is so well done πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

  4. Fiery says:

    Yep. ..The wine!

    Great poem
    Cheeky and sexy. Works for me!

  5. Harley Unhinged says:

    Hey! I have cherry lips and green eyes! How bout that!

    Beautifully written as always β™₯οΈπŸ–€

  6. decanter2020 says:

    but just in case they want one we are covered! 😊❀

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