Finest vintage

bouquet hangs heavily upon the air,
tempting me to savour, the choicest wine,
my thirsty lips to your vessel draw near,
blushing petals, cannot desire confine,
for they glisten, from your liquor’s leakage,
as fingers part those delicate petals,
your nectar tastes of the finest vintage,
tongue flickering deep inside, unsettles,
drinking deeply of you, to that last drop,
full bodied but easy on the palate,
obviously from an excellent crop,
as those moist swollen petals flush scarlet,
definitely one for the connoisseur,
that I could easily come to prefer.

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