She twirls around in a circle, the dress rippling over her long legs in the calming spring breeze while gazing upon the diamond clarity of clear skies, she whispers sweet nothings into our ear. Her voice is bold with passion but velvety like the texture of her silk dress gliding across our clean skin. Blackberries on nearby bushes blossom with luscious ripe juice, bursting with flavor. Her lips taste of summer-time cherries just picked off the trees enjoyed while laying in the over-grown tall grass. She is as smooth as polished silver and as vibrant as the mid-day's sun shining through a church's praised stained glass window.
K I S S. . .
a lasting impression.
A glass of kisses from our young Cabernet Sauvignon.
I never knew wine can be so poetic and whimsical I am inspired to open a bottle of cab right now.
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