A Glass Of Wine Poem by fabian montes

A Glass Of Wine



I CALLED HER RATHER THAN ASKING HER TO COME AND TAKE THIS CRYSTAL CLEAR GLASS FILLED WITH DARK RED wine, ITS AROMA WAS INVITING TO JUST PICK IT UP AND DRINK ITS BITTER TASTE, IN JUST ONE WHOLE SWALLOW SHE DOWNED IT, YET IN HER EYES I SAW A SLIGHT HESISTANCY TO DO SO, I ROSE MY GLASS AS SHE DID THE SAME AND IN THAT OLD ANCIENT GESTURE OF RITUAL WE BOTH TOASTED TO LIFFE'S BEAUTIES AND TRAGEDIES. I TOOK A REFRESHING SIP OF THAT TASTEFUL STIMULATING wine LETTING THE WATER CIRCLE THE INSIDES OF MY MOUTH, SHE IN TURN TOOK A RATHER BIG DRINK I CLOSELY WATCHED AS HER FULL DELICIOUS red LIPS KISSED THE GLASS, SHE DID IT IN SUCH A MANNER THAT I ALMOST THOUGHT SHE WAS TRYING TO SEDUCE ME, AS SHE LICKKD HER LIPS AFTER TAKING THAT FIRST DRINK HER EYES MET MINE AND FOR A BRIEF MOMENT I FELT MY EARS TURN WARM AND I SAW A MISCHEVIOUS LOOK IN HER EYES WITH A TOUCH OF SPARKLES, THAT AT THAT MOMENT I FELT A DEEP CONNECTION WE BOTH FELT IT, BUT I BROKE THE SILENCE AND ASK HER HOW SHE LIKE THE WINE, SHE REPLIED THAT IT WAS EXQUISTE, DELIGHTFUL AND DELICIOUS

AND ASKED OF WHERE DID I BUY THE BOTTLE
I TOLD HER A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE HAD TRAVELED TO CHILE
AND FOUND IT AT A SMALL WINERY, WHERE THE MOST FAMOUS POET OF THE 21ST CENTURY
FREQUENTED THE GREAT PABLO NERUDA
WHO MY FRIEND EXPLAINED WAS A LOVER OF WINE AND OF WOMEN
TELLING ME A STORY OF MR NERUDA
HE HAD A SAYING THAT THE GREATEST
COMBINATION THAT CREATES AN APHROSIATIC, HEART THROBBING FEELING IS A GREAT WINE AND A BEAUTIFUL WOMEN
BOTH WHERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER AND US MEN TO BE THE WITNESS TO SUCH BEAUTY
SHE WAS VERY IN LOVE WITH THAT STORY
AS SHE TOLD ME SO.
AND WHITHOUT ANY WARNING SHE GULPED DOWN THE REST OF THE WINE
AND QUICKLY ASKED FOR ANOTHER POURING, SHE RAISED HER GLASS UP ABOVE
HER HEAD AND TOASTED TO PABLO'S SAYING
SHE ORDERED ME TO RAISE MY HALF FILLED GLASS
WE BOTH STOOD FIRMLY
AS SHE LOUDLY SAID
TO PABLO, MUJERS AND VINO
THAT IS THE BLOOD THAT FILLS THE VIENS OF ALL HUMANITY
AND WE BOTH MADE THE GLASSES TOUCH IT FELT AS IF ]
SHE HAD TOUCHED ME OR AS IF SHE HAD KISSED ME,
I WAS MESMERIZED, THAT MY BODY TEMPERATURE BEGAN TO RISE A FEW DEGREES HIGHER THAN NORMAL
I SWALLOWED MY SALIVA FOR I FELT NERVOUS TO THE SIGHT OF HER BEAUTY
AND HOW SHE LOOKED AT ME
IT FELT AS IF SHE COULD SEE THROUGH ME........

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