By Claire Brown Bower Date: 8 July 2000
Now deep, the velvet burgundy moves cool against my skin as I lean toward you, reaching in, slowly, just the trace of blush upon my face. You raise your glass to your lips and sip, chablis smile. I, nearly stopping, take a while then easing my uncurling fingers teasing as your eyes plead, and with only the tips, release the tile. "W" your mouth says silently and my heart pounds.