touching her hands fells like a glass of wine,
warm and loving, full of unconscious pleasure,
express the greatest felling of satisfactory closure,
intend to make someone blast out of happiness,

the sip of very glass, takes straight you to heaven,
intended to make you more of it, addictively,
every touch to my lips makes me more red of it,
reminding me of every unworthy addition I had,

now if I stop...