FINE WINE

Fine wine is a piece about one experience that will forever transport me into sweet memory. I like to believe that when a person positively influences more than two of your sense you can literally remember them by nature of a taste, smell, sight, sound and or touch. That is exactly what Fine Wine is about, forever etched in your sense of taste is the flavour of the red 'wine', two bottles you shared of 'fine' quality southern African and Spanish delicacy leaving you both tipsy on your second sense, the sense of touch. Imagine fingers gliding on your shaven skin, taunting & testing your patience until you cave climbing atop their laps finally you 'kiss' those rosy lips and the symphony of bitter sweet tongues swirl as you take 'a sip from his lips'. Finally you both surrender at the peek of touch, hands & bodies dancing in a lovers ballet duet until their palms slowly cup your 'cheeks' and you disappear into the infinite and return when you're both lying face to face as sight sensation is triumphant. Cascading endorphins deeming you both inseparable for the moment when two sets of eyes share subliminal exchanges of satisfaction, you cheeky smile & a lot more expressions are hidden in mind. You are left wondering what his 'truth' is, could it be as obvious as yours?    

Fine wine

I like to think of him akin to fine wine,

kissing his lips like taking the first sip,

a sweet escape as he caresses my cheek,

and as we lay together

truth I saw in his eyes,

I wonder if they

were a reflection of mine.

-x m