Literature
Literature
You are like wine to me
That is aged in a book
The words that you play
Gives me a high right away
As I touch the words to my lips.
The joy of reading such tips
It makes me dance right to my hips
You make me float in the sky
A vision left into my eye
From port to champaign
You leave me intoxicated all the time
But as it comes to an end
I close the book
Waiting for you to mature again
So that I can drink you again