After the wine
And the polite
Conversation,
She is mine
For the night.
Anticipation.
Dissipation.
No real delight.
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K Morris - Poet 
Even if there is – only with us? – the saying of “wine, women and song”, too much wine should be detrimental to the initiation of real love. 😉 Enjoy your poem very much, Kevin! Thank you for sharing, and have a beautiful weekend! Michael
I’m delighted you enjoyed my poem, Michael. You are right that too much wine is not good for love. You too, have a good evening and a great rest of your weekend. Best wishes. Kevin
Thank you very much, Kevin! 🙂
Too much wine puts me to sleep. Yea, you’re right. Not conducive to love.
Thank you, Vivienne. Your comment made me smile. Kevin