Amorousness and adulation lasts a moment, most of which is the talking of eyes,
You touch-feel, chit-chat and shake a leg and hold each other tight.
''Go get me some wine and I'll tell you about this girl from the shire .''
Neither is it about her nor is it about the shire to which she belonged.
But the sparkling wine which took decades to be wise and velvet.
Touch of the moonlight, caress of the cordiality and sweetness when
'' We kissed and held fondly on the stairs''
Silence, its habit that it broke, was captivating.
The words don't pierce the air anymore.
The wine is in the blood and I don't want to talk.
''Fill my glass again and I shall tell you more''
Said the young lad as he passed out on the cozy futon.
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