Pinot Grigio

Just as its legs clung to the glass,
Its sweetness lingered on your lips:
A mere hint of grapefruit.
Sensations surging,
more than simple tannins
dancing on my tongue.
The feel of bass reverberating,
keeping perfect time with my heart,
beat for beat.
Through open windows a salty breeze
cools my skin, now flushed.
Is it the wine or the last remnants
of the day's amber light?
Intoxicated long before the first glass was poured;
long before we shared a Pinot kiss.