Fine Wine
If you were a bottle of wine
and I could fill my cup,
I would savor your flavor
then slowly
very slowly,
drink you up.
I would let you linger upon my tongue
delight my mouth in every way,
let my lips bathe in your moistness
and I would lay back
sipping, very slowly on you all day.
If you were a bottle of wine
mellow and aged from wood
I would swirl you around in my mouth
then slowly
very slowly,
feel your juices trickle as long as I could.
I would drink from you slowly
so slowly and deeply
make your sweet flavor last
and I wouldn't stop until the last drop,
then slowly
very slowly,
I would lick the glass.
© BRIAN GLENN