My Love is Like a Fine, Fine Wine

She once lost a grape inside
And in her, it turned to sweet nectar

He had kisses sweeter than wine

My full bodied zesty rustic supple vintage
is a fertile hotbed for your protruding lip
of wild current plum shadings.
No wild cherry berry fig spiced
rasiona-non-grappa ,
my bouquet is a buttery, jammy   
chewy flavor profile
(though tremendously complex and can be quite pleasing)
when mixed with your cloying coarse ultra-ripe earthy elegance
fading to a big fat finish.

So taste my grenache a noche, a niche capiche
Tonight, it's qué syrah petite shiraz petite verdot
merlot bordeaux.
Oh zinfandel, ma belle, bellisimo!
Liquor couture, (més trois amour),  
no reisling, weis wine, vice wine, ice wine
muscat whose got, i got vinho verde, merde!

So, give way to my sweet bay of muscadet

which doesn't hold a grape to

yesterday's mellow brunello, valpolicello
monte hoochie koochie pulciano


                            ( with a stemmy, stalky structure.
                                                                        all toasty and velvety -- )

For near or far, it's pinot noir
pardon eh, today, it's chardonnay
Don't put on airs for viognier, my oneir
My only heir --   

'cause you ain't no port in the storm
and i ain't no tick-tockin' schicker
you ain't no palm-wine drinkard
and i ain't no wine dark sea
you ain't no free flowin' pinot gris
and i ain't no inky late-harvest sub-region of highly
variable microclimates.

Don't taunt me, it's chianti
an aphrodisio grigio; no malic malbec, fall back
fumé blanc swank, frankly,
at dawn, it's sauvignon papillon
 
sangiovese oy vey, see
you will go crazy

So, toast: a taste with jammy notes

And bring it back to…
all that is firm and chewy  
with a meaty messy nose.




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Heard within grapeshot
                                                                                  
just stomp on
my face, peel
off my skin
and g(rape me…