Wine is sunshine in a glass.
The most succulent of tastes.
It dances across your tongue, sending taste buds shivering.
The depth of the bold reds, the delights of a crisp white.
They play with my desires,
Entice my hunger, but yet relaxes my body.
My glass in my hand, I salute the world, thankful for it splendid grapes.
The taste is the most passionate of kisses, a lovers pleasure, caressing my throat.
I long for another, and the bottle is not yet empty.
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