Firelight and wine
 
I take the grapes from love's fertile vine
Creation of a passionate wine
Upon your face I see your need
On a feast of love you ache to feed
I see in your eyes your despertion
Soft caress on cheek a sweet temptation
This tavern where you came to rest
Where you found sanctuary upon my breast
Beside a fire that roared and blazed
The shadows dance mimicking the love we made
Until the flames began to die
You lay naked, tired by my side
Aware as the remaining embers try to burn
Unto the war you must return
Take your sword return my Knight
I'll wait for you by candlelight
To prepare the wine for you to tatse
Sweet nectar made of no sour grapes

By DANTE

© 2009 DANTE (All rights reserved)

 

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