"Darling, this wine isn't what you're thinking."
They whisper secrets as much as they howl with pleasure. Sometimes, they answer as subtly as a knife pulling.
Other times, they are so greedy that they melt cobblestones. Some days they heal and staunch wounds; some nights, they are accomplices tearing the flesh of those who come too close. Both drink avidly in one gulp, just as both gurgle drop by drop, in total calm. That's how hot lips work. They accuse us of being too crazy and ardent. This may be true for Sunday lovers and for those who drink more outwardly than inwardly. This story doesn't have a lock of hair tied to a maiden's window; instead, it has a whole escalation of events revolving around a well-rounded body, blood, redness, and tears begging for more.
Vinho que desconhecia e, revelou ser uma extraordinária surpresa
Un vino ben strutturato e soave al palato e un rapporto qualità prezzo eccezionale
