nothing more heady
than the love i feel for you...
intoxicating
fine bottle of wine
soft music, warm fire, and you
script yet unwritten
loved ones near and far
raise the thanksgiving goblet...
my toast is to you
I second that toast
may poetic muse shine on
for my haiku friends
complex our flavor
deep, rich, mellow, and well aged
honey on the tongue
you come just in time
the last of the summer wine
i drink you deeply
burgundy liquid
your lips and crisp white shirt stained
where my kisses fell
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