Red Red Wine Romance ~ a Poem
Red Red Wine Romance
Silky legs smoothly glide in sight
Along the beams of moonlit night
Where the heels of ruby shoes
Tip-tap to and fro the cobbled stones
Reflecting stars into diamonds.
Head to toe, She, a red rose bud
All polished like the shade of blood
Her lips burn like the crimson flame
Of a tall and charming street lamp glow
Sparkled, jeweled in the virgin snow.
She turns to the corner, a celebrated place
Where she sits amongst white linens of pearly lace
With her angel-soft scarlet feathered dress
Her eyes smile, lips curl, her finger twirls a strand
At exact seven, he takes and kisses her hand.
Red red wine, the glory they shared
Eyes locked as silence brought them paired
The tea light danced gazing above head
Swaying in delight to the spice of the night
Two lovers ignite as warmth played in the light.
“Red red wine, do pour more red, please,”
Monsieur calls to keep him at ease;
"Through her lips, sexy as it drips
Warm my heart, let it run through my veins,
Let trickle down her neck the mark of stains."
A cherry-red rose he dipped into the wine
A petal he plucked for his “lady o’ mine”
Whispers of love only they can hear
She smelled fragrant and full of amour
Grateful to Cupid’s triumphant chore.
“Red red wine, why thy drink is so divine?
The taste, all cardinal desires combine!
That cherub brought us here tonight
Oh woman, tell and fall if you must
Beloved, it is not all ‘bout lust.”
≈♥≈ ©Marites Mabugat, Red Red Wine Romance ~ a Poem, 02.14.2013