Wine Is Fine

Poem By Jodilee Duke

I wonder what it might be like
to be, wined and dined by you.
Would there be candles?
Would there be a soft smell
of you in the air?
Could I look at you
and feel safe inside,
without a care or worry
about what's out there.
My thoughts wander
while wondering,
about you
my dear.

Comments about Wine Is Fine

Great stuff, and there should always be candles....Jeff.
Lovely, Jodilee. Soft and gentle does it. Warmest regards, CJ

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