Devine

Rays of beauty glisten through the crystal 
Rekindling the intensity of her own complexion 
As I glide perfection to my lips 
I watch her dressed in sorts of red 
She dances in such a motion, 
Circulating, demanding my attention 
Defenseless to her fragrance 
Like an addict i inhale
The senses rush to my cortex 
Now i'm under her spell 
I welcome her warmth into my mouth
Savoring the velocity of her seduction  
She sends tiny explosions down my spine
Some call her mistress to her kind
Others know her simply as wine
I call her versatile and quite de-vine!