Red Wine
You mature in fine design
Become full bodied in time
Oh to open you like a flower
To drink you, savour
Place my lips on thine
Your body now mine
Take my fill, taste you
Sip on you, enjoy you
I fear you will be at your best
Now I am put to rest
poem by Robert Green
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