Passion

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.