Staining my lips like a kiss from passion itself.
Dripping down into the creaves of my soul.
Takes me and consumes me into a warm embrace.
Swirling and running through my nerve endings soothing every ache. Drowing into the red abyss.
Each sip slows the pace of my day, my week, my year.
Red curtain close me in, velvet touch with a glass shine.
Make me breathe again. Open me.
Am I tasting you or are you tasting me.
