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Sauvignon (Free verse) by Dovina
Try my Lâorangerie Ninety-Four
Iâve saved it for this special night
Loire Valley southwest of Paris
and tell me how it feels
So he raised a glass
swirled expertly
inspected legs
inserted his member
sensing bouquet
âFull-bodied, fineâ he said
âYouâve a French sensibilityâ
âThank you,â I sighed
breathing heavily
He tasted, smiled
bid me drink ahead
a gentleman to be sure
When weâd drunk our fill
and said goodnight
I returned bottle to rack
brought from hiding
the empty Two-Buck-Chuck
and put it in the trash
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