Poem -

My Love - For Wine!

This vine I toast, before my view,
It only flows for you,
And while I sip,
A touch so close to me,
I feel the ruby red, your lip,
My over flow, I see,
Encloses thoughts of only who,
This grace,
I taste,
Is all a sense of you.
 
 
 
David Hollywood
 

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Dean Kuch

It's been said that women age like a fine, vintage wine, David.
They simply get better with age.
I would tend to agree with that assessment.
Men, however, we age more like milk, lol.
Lovely poem, sir.
Welcome to the Cosmo Community.
~Dean Kuch ☠️
 

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