Red Wine Romance.

Dreaming whilst awake, no longer in need of slumber, as one touch or caress from you is enough to make me crack then crumble.  Floating blissfully on my own butterflies' wings, you are quickly becoming my everything.  You hold the brush artfully as you paint my canvas filling it with colour, and my heart agrees that you are unlike any other lover.  Sorceror skilled as you leave me breathlessly thrilled, no longer in need of jagged little pills, you've come in for the kill turning this predator into your prey.  Like turning water into red wine, you intoxicate me in every way when skies are grey.  Chianti kisses that flavour my tongue, you shot my apathy down and left me yearning, burning, hotter than a smoking gun.  Although my initial reaction was to run, your predecessors have been outdone, hooked on you now like you just might be the one.  Call me mother Earth, as I orbit you just like the sun.  Dye my chardonnay with your shiraz, then fill me with your jazz, add a spring to my every step as I quickly become more adept. Drowning in desire, I shed the weight of my past the more you make me perspire, racing to the finish line, you are the admired air inside my tires.   Fumbling towards ecstasy, the light becomes more clear as I tumble; with each sip I take of you, I wisen and become more humbled.