Man of WineA Poem by Adora.xoBlehShe said, that man… He tasted of wine, That man, he… He was never really mine. That man… Oh, what a gentle-man he was, He saved me from myself, And he’d hold me just because. That man… Mm, and what a man he was, He made love to me each night, Like no other man does. That man… Oh lord, the sweetest man that ever was, He kissed me in the rightest way, And said it is I he loves. That man… She sighed, That man of mine, Oh that man… she reminisced, How he tasted of sweet wine. © 2011 Adora.xoAuthor's Note
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Added on April 28, 2011Last Updated on April 28, 2011 Tags: Romantic AuthorAdora.xoThe One That's Non-Existant As Far As You're Concerned., British Columbia, CanadaAboutSo that you will hear me So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands smooth as grapes. And I wat.. more..Writing
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