In a wine class,
the helper had poured some
in everyone’s well shaped
empty glass
that had a long stem
swelled at the hips
then tapered again
to a narrower rim
towards the top.
Dutifully, on the cue
everyone tilted the glass
swirled the wine around
and checked the legs
(and maybe, for things
in between)
to see if the wine
was light or full bodied,
was it young or was it old?
Next, we buried our noses
to breathe in the aroma
of floral mustiness
rising up from the pinkish depths,
and slowly took a sip,
and swirled around the juice
to cover our tongue.
And then.
everyone closed their eyes
in a moment of orgasmic bliss.
All agreed that the wine
was just sublime.
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