poem: wine

Long, silky legs twirl passionately Emitting aromas pungent and flare -  Tempting fate with the dance of the wrist.  It coats the tongue, Tantalizing taste buds long laid dormant. Generous with it’s embrace of bliss Obscenely unaware of the lurking sentiments it has hidden.   WineΒ  allie : 7|7|2020


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reality teach us that no one else can 'know' for you. you cannot be told when the universe is calling for you to release the death grip you hold on comfort. no one can measure how much your soul can bare, or how little it can hold. only you can define the pinnacle of 'enough'… Continue reading π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•šπ•Ÿπ•Ÿπ•–π•£ & 𝕦π•₯π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕣𝕦π•₯𝕙.

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Fleeting Boats Leave Lasting Memories at Chicago’s Navy Pier

Black Box Wines, Check. Sunglasses, Check. Β  Β Selfie Stick, Check. We stood amidst the cool, Chicago breeze waiting to board the bright yellow beauty of a boat called the SeaDog. As we waited in line, we made casual small talk with our soon to be co-riders and basked in the setting sun along Lake Michigan's… Continue reading Fleeting Boats Leave Lasting Memories at Chicago’s Navy Pier