Bottled

These feelings stayed
for far too long, 
cork screwed in tight,
love fermenting in
the bottom of a 
bottle.

Blood red cherries,
with hints of 
vanilla

Careful, my love,
if you choose
to take a sip,
I may just
knock you
right off
your feet. 

BIATA

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