04-10-2014, 02:25 AM
Wine Maidens
I fervently await
their superb autumn crush
and reap the fine harvest
of these inviting sprites.
My maidens of the vineyard
craft a piquant blush.
When their clothes are shed,
pulses quicken underbrush.
Thigh high in Pinot Noir,
they dance to my delight.
I find myself impassioned
by their autumn crush.
Mauve adorns their derrieres,
summoning a rush
of blood to my loins,
as they tread the pulp of light.
These ladies of the vine
compose a thrilling blush.
They glow in the sunlight,
effuse a rosy flush,
but their enthralling stomp
will march into the night.
I’ll readily consume
their viticulture’s crush.
On a grape-stained oak
dance floor, their breasts gently
brush; as they press the rare juices,
their blithe gestures excite.
My vineyard lasses
decant an enticing blush.
Their cellars are top-shelf;
the inventory lush.
By way of their charm and craft,
my ardor ignites. I eagerly await
their superb autumn crush.
These maidens of the vine
create a tempting blush.
I fervently await
their superb autumn crush
and reap the fine harvest
of these inviting sprites.
My maidens of the vineyard
craft a piquant blush.
When their clothes are shed,
pulses quicken underbrush.
Thigh high in Pinot Noir,
they dance to my delight.
I find myself impassioned
by their autumn crush.
Mauve adorns their derrieres,
summoning a rush
of blood to my loins,
as they tread the pulp of light.
These ladies of the vine
compose a thrilling blush.
They glow in the sunlight,
effuse a rosy flush,
but their enthralling stomp
will march into the night.
I’ll readily consume
their viticulture’s crush.
On a grape-stained oak
dance floor, their breasts gently
brush; as they press the rare juices,
their blithe gestures excite.
My vineyard lasses
decant an enticing blush.
Their cellars are top-shelf;
the inventory lush.
By way of their charm and craft,
my ardor ignites. I eagerly await
their superb autumn crush.
These maidens of the vine
create a tempting blush.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris