You had a smooth sweet taste
right from the beginning, but of course
aged so beautifully , I wanted more.
Leaving only morning for remorse.
Sweet yet more powerful each time I took you in.
You left me wanting more,
and when 2 am came and went
all I could taste were my rose kissed lips.
Evenings called for just one glass.
I could never help myself.
Taking each and every one last,
Until the bottle ran out.