Vineyards

I never sought to be a sommelier.

Even before my lips met hers,

I was greeted with an aroma of arrogance

Thinking she was quite quaffable.

Subtle notes, smooth as velvet 

Danced along my tongue

Textures trickling to the back of my throat.

Just acidic enough

To let me know this is going to burn.

And after one sip, 

I was intoxicated 

Titillated by her typicity.

But still I knew right away

Wine was never for me.