A Vintage Eighty Year Old Red
by PJ Perry
I swirl the glass and smell its bouquet
It tempts me with its foreplay
A vintage eighty year old
Can neverr be served cold
But at the temperature of the room
My senses exhume
Its savoury aroma
As it tears me from my coma
I lick my lips
And tease with sips
Then down and swallow
My wine glass now hollow
And my bottle nearly empty
Oh how she tempts me
My bottle soon will be dead
But I do love a vintage eighty year old glass of red
She is not the first
But I must quench my thirst
My bottle doth scream, wriggle and holler
I am a Vampyre and red is my colour!
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