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Touch of Grape

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A cold chilled bottle of wine in one hand and you on the other as we walk along the shores of a California Coast. Who needs glasses as we sip from the bottle and enjoy the five senses God has given us the feeling of the sunset as it lays across our shoulders. The sight of the white foam as it washes at the edge of a wave. The sounds of seagulls in the distance, the smells of the Pacific Ocean and Redwoods and the taste of grape that has fermented in a bottle. I look into your eyes and I feel the heat from your skin and I see the slight smile off the corner of your mouth. I hear the music of your voice and the laughter, the smell of your hair and skin as I wish to bury myself there and get lost in the moment. And the taste of your tongue soft and moist with a touch of grape from a bottle.

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Very nice... you put me there, in the moment.

Joshua Hennen
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Tasty piece. I like this one.

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