(Poetry) Red Wine I and II

Red Wine

His eyes sweetly sexy, drowsy
Relaxing after a long hard day
I offer him a glass of red wine
Smiling he lifts it to his lips
Tinting them a blush of crimson
Watching him savoring the taste
His pleasure is all my own
Setting the delicate glass down
“May I taste your glass of wine?”
“Help yourself he tells me gently.”
I lean over to brush his lips softly
My lips tasting the wine upon his
“Do you approve of your choice?”
He smiles coyly up into my eyes
Some unnamed game is now afoot
He takes another sip of his wine
Swirling it around inside his mouth
“Would you like another taste?”
The smile in his eyes warms me
He pulls me down into his embrace
Cupping my face within warm fingertips
He draws me down into a deeper kiss
The taste our wine heady and luscious
Mixed with the love between our kiss


Angel Hart Poetry
(C)Friday, May 01, 2009


Red Wine II

Lips tinted crimson wine
The taste of him pressed
Softly against my lips
The warmth spreads
Sitting on his lap cradled
Loving his strong arms
Gently wrapped around me
The muscles of his thighs
Strong against my feminine ones
His kisses leave me breathless
Mixed with the taste of wine
His eyes dark and dreamy
Gazing inside of mine
The ardor of his passion
My body hungry to feel him
His lips know mine fully
I ache to taste him everywhere
The wine warms his lips
I long to warm him completely
Be filled and fulfilled
Until we are both spent


(C)5/2/2010
Angel Hart