Sunday, January 22, 2017

White Mavens Vineyard

Savoring the waft of a snowy aroma on my winters plight
A clean yet chilly sensation full of briskness and bite

A coffee bean I must just sniff
Clearing my nasal palette I whiff

My embouchure ready to kiss the winds of the virgin
A snowy white taste carte blanche with warm bourbon

She touches the depths of my inner most being
She strokes with daggers and icicles most pleasing

Her odour so quenching it satisfies from within
Her heart will melt at the warm summer winds

My temporary amour is with this maven so blissful
I run my fingers through her frozen ice crystals

The tang of her pleasures sends chills down my spine
Her bouquet is clean like a fine white wine


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