Monastrell
Monastrell is sweet in the nose
In the mouth I find sex
It fucks my mind and I release stress
It sucks my tongue with smooth tannins
As I lick her latex pants
Her fruit is slight but earth embodies long
I spit the dirt drizzled with hoisenberry drops
And miss the recently tantalizing memories of her passing
Rhone
Remind me walking alone
I was but a young lad
and the land was so old
smelling of years of hard work and mold
Days so long full of sweat
When I drink I sip and sink
The land is worn and earth is ripe and sweet
Dreams fly by only to be reborn with time
and tomorrow but a swallow
and the morning is dry
Spice is subtle
My palette is tucked and put to sleep
Let me go I'm falling so deep
Your more then a place... where wine is home
My heart died there many life times ago
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