Delicious Mess

Day 10: write a taste poem. Here goes my attempt.

We find ourselves in this fun side of love and romantic memories now. Years before, together we spun out of control; letting each other go because we couldn’t get enough.

Maybe we were too young to drink. Afraid of what that meant, where our feelings would take us, and what others would think.

Wanting you now and being old enough to drink, we belong to no one else, yet we are still anxious to taste this delicious mess we find ourselves in; to want to start over again.

Yes, the taste of us again settled like a vintage bottle of full-bodied red wine, has us needing to take a sip, letting the taste of fun times begin… tonight.

By Pamelap

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