Wine

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,

sip.

Until the bottle ran out.

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