Bottled and aged with sophistication,
Her look. Her charm.
More so, my virginity unrelated.
She pours into my glass,
smooth as satin only her and I know.
Her elegance intoxicating.
Touching my lips, I ask for more.
Sharing my thoughts with her,
I breathe in every bittersweet reply.
Glass after glass,
eventually calling it a night.
I went to bed alone,
laying there in silhouetted light.
I fell in love with a woman
who I met in a glass of red wine.