Vines' Charmer

i admit
i snuck to your cellars,
had a taste of
your red, red wine
it still lingers and i still
flip from the thrill
and as i confess
the pleasure is all mine
vines’ charmer
let me lead you to my vines

are these your eyes
studying what i sip?
i love to think so and
i diabolically smile. as
i imagine your tongue
caressing your upper lip,
wife of picasso chuckles
and you hide
behind the oak barrel
vines’ charmer
let me lead you to my vines

i admit
i tend to picture
your legs interlaced
with mine, telling
me how intoxicating
is my wine
vines’ charmer
let me lead you to my vines

i admit i
get elated when i
inhale your scent.
when i exhale, i
feel a sweet pain,
as i feel your intoxication
withdrawing from my vein. i
don’t want to let go, but
you keep telling me no

vines’ charmer
let me in
into your vines