Chardonnay

My senses draw in the waft of an almost sweet, wooden flavor.

I can barely breathe-

until the cool rim of the glass meets my quivering lips, waiting for that moment.

The moment when the cold, velvety sweetness

caresses my lips

and engulfs my whole mouth.

The gift of the Gods washes down my throat,

and my eyes close

as warmth rises through my chest-

a burst of golden magic with every sip.

A first kiss with every touch,

a lingering sigh of delight...

A kiss of Chardonnay.