Conversations and Wines

Conversations and Wines

Conversations and Wines! 

She came - the bottle tagging along; 

A French kind of wine. 

She wore the usual charm; 

Her heart in her smile; 

She always lights at my sight. 

Hugs, giggles, jests - amidst there 

We popped the svelte bottle loud, 

Some of the sweet content splashing with a wild hiss. 

I brought the glasses banging; 

Excitement boiling within. 

I poured - she smiled. 

We lowered to the stripped carpet, 

Sat legs straight - relaxing the felicity heaped onto the moment. 

We talked with tingles - laughter our lone tasty interlude; 

While we sipped and sipped. 

We untucked, we unhinged  

All the banters that remained unshared 

And replayed the old ones - for their sweet sake. 

In intervals we kept emptying, 

Pouring from the ever ‘lessing’ bottle. 

Hours carried the light to twilight to darkness 

As lost, we were to even notice 

The conspiracies of the ever-envious time. 

Somewhere along the jazzy conversation, 

And the chiseling wines, 

And the laughter interludes 

The bottle hang dry. 

We said our goodbyes! 

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