One day in your wineshop, I drank a little wine,
And threw off this robe of my body,
And knew, drunk on you, the world is harmony.
Creation, destruction, I am dancing for them both.
-Rumi
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Make Me A Sinner Too.
Pleasures of the flesh
Deepest, carnal, desires
I want you to corrupt me
I need you to spoil me
Feel your teeth on my skin
Dripping in your hot breath
Whisper desperate words of desire
Beautiful flushed cheeks
Heavenly soft skin
Hellishly eager eyes
Bodies intertwined
Faces nuzzled in necks
Pleasures of the flesh
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Sweet Tooth
Uninhibited I see how you stare
I glance away
You drink me in like a glass of your favorite dessert wine
Do you even like wine?
I know so much, but it’s really nothing at all
You’re still looking at me for some reason
Eyes brown like the soil that feeds the vine; your words, melodious as you so often are
Don’t know what I’d do without those eyes, without that voice
So beautiful and so hard to look at
Afraid that if I gaze back, you’ll really see
My saccharine presence will always be too much
You tell me you have a sweet tooth
Pressing those teeth to my neck
Teeth that clamp down ever so gently
Bone on skin
All your excitement in the soft pressure of your mouth on mine
Yet so gentle as though I might break
I might
Afraid I might break your tooth
Afraid I might snap in two
You turn your face away, back to the task at hand
Hands that hold mine now pour sickly sweet syrup into a mug
I take my chance to watch with bated breath
It’s my turn to drink you in
You pour generously, handing me the mug
I look for metaphors everywhere I turn
My cloying comparisons are too on-the-nose to voice
I choke down my dulcet poems with my tea
Desperate to swallow back the sugar that imbues both of them
You don’t notice; you make another cup of tea
As l sit and worry about my sugary taste
You’ll drink me in over and over again
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you like the colour gold
and i like a shade of lime
(i’m told the air is sweeter
if you taste it after nine)
i like sunny afternoons,
you like early mornings
(but after dark, it’s all a blur
and we won’t notice time)
if i like sour,
you like sweet
(let’s share a bottle of wine?)
i’m not sure – is this a sign?
(look at the stars, my love,
look at how they shine)
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The glass of wine
There was something about the glass of wine
Kept us drunk for the whole night
Even the stars were too high to get aligned
Somehow we held each-other till the morning light
Loved me as divine
When the time was right
I leaned and called you mine
Couldn't lose you of my sight
Had to keep you entwined
Written by 07-induraj
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i can’t drink wine without thinking about you
you don’t even like wine
maybe that’s why
i remember how you’d sigh when i’d drink it
you would gag and tease me about it
but you secretly loved that it was my drink of choice
you cooed when i held the stem of the glass delicately
and cackled when i gripped it with an iron fist
you’d sip your rum and coke
we’d stare at each other through a drunken haze
dopey smiles on our lips for all to see
in a crowded, dimly-lit restaurant
now i drink wine to try and forget those times
but the liquid in the glass shines like your eyes
and i’m back at the beginning
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You know what I'll miss angel, when the world boils over?
Crepes! Oh and the wine...
I uh, I guess so yeah, the wine.
Crowley replied, stifling his disappointment with a big gulp from his glass. He turned his face away from Aziraphale, so he could hide his blushing cheeks. The moment hadn't exactly gone to plan, but the evening wasn't over yet.
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Temptations
You make temptations look so easy
I want to be seduced by you
Corrupted by you
Make me one of your sinners
So I may enact my inner most desires
How else must I expose myself?
Lay vulnerable like succulent grapes
Ripe, ready to pluck from the vine
Allow me the excuse of devilish temptation
Break me down, devour me
Drink me like wine
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Rioja
your lips are bruised
from this, from you
and your singular way of wanting
to consume, sipping at life
and gulping it down
from battling with mine
while we listen to the sounds
of the sleepless town
you’re headier than any wine
so I drink you down
strip you from your vine
and tread you beneath my feet
for that holy release
of your precious insides
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