My fine wine,
It is true what they say,
You only get finer and sweeter with age.
I love how you love me,
It makes my chest tingle and thump,
And causes blood to rush to my head with heat.
I love every bit of you,
From your head to your toes
Every single smile, every batting of the eye,
Every stare,
Every slow throbbing kiss.
And I can't wait for the first day of forever.
My fine man,
Sweetened white velvet wine that melts on the tongue,
Black grape fruit that exceeds human maleness
My medicine.
Love that makes me whole
Yet gets me high
How can I not see you only
The thought of you drives me mad.
I'm happy you see me too.
My fine wine,
It is true what they say,
Your sweetness only gets better with time.
Mmeyene Joseph
Hi there, this is my first post on Blockchain poets and I'm excited to be here. I'm hoping to enjoy my time here and read a lot of poems. Thank you for having me. 👋
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