Red Wine

Rich red wine,

Bitter like an acorn, Ripe like a cherry, 

Sparkling like a ruby.

The glass at my mouth,
The wine comes out, Consuming my lips, Just like a kiss.

My mouth is immersed
My tongue overwhelmed,
My senses on fire,
My soul is in love.

My insides are burning,
A warm toasty fire. I lean back a moment to remember this time.

I'll never forget,
This night that I'm sitting, Here with my love, and a glass of red wine.

RED WINE

 

Photography by DeAan Pridgeon

www.deaanpridgeon.com/