Smooth and Soft Yet, fragile and strong Round and wide Yet, so very long. I sigh as my lips come to the rim. I smile as i think of the pleasure it gives. My mind feels full as I savor the last drop. My body aches not wanting to stop. Yet, every good thing must come to an end. Dammit! Why does this fucking wine glass have to be empty again?
Reason for writing:
I'm thirsty and I'm out of alcohol!:)
Birth sign: Gemini
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