Deep as this wine glass
I pour it out for you
Red as the color inside my veins
Pops of the top of my soul
Pour me into you
I touch the rim of the glass
My lips feel the cooling sweet sensation
The sweet taste of the wine
Flows though my body
And touch my finger tips
I hold the glass not wanting to let go
Pouring more and more
Watching your eyes
Tasting your wine
Smelling the potion taken over me
Holding my glass as I drink some more
Not getting enough of the red in your veins
Holding the curves of the bottle
Taste the sweet sticky juice from the glass
Deeper the glass the more
I drink of your wine
One good thing about being a woman, the insane amounts of passion you can feel for another.