First thing your lovely eyes see
As you walk through the door
A glass of red warming slightly
In my hand as I greet you
Not many words spoken but
Few are even necessary, I know
Direct you to that favorite chair
Hands begin to knead shoulders
Strength in them taking out
All the stress and bad of the day
Complex flavors and alcohol
Relaxing you as you sip
Soft lips gently kissing you
Exposed skin of your neck
This is how every day should end
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