This little bottle of chardonnay;
My escape, my stimulation. And you
My every motivation, unending infatuation.
Each glass with every momentous sip
The taste of grapes dance on the edge of my tongue,
Synonymously perfect to a kiss from your fruitful lips.
I'm freed from this physicality;
One emotionally, spiritually.
Whether here and there, endlessly in my bosom you will be.
Last drop. A second deliriously
Becomes a dizzying love drunken hour.
With this little bottle of chardonnay, I embark to her.