Empty glass of wine waiting to be filled.
The bills are all paid at the moment.
Just got paid the other day.
Off of work and drinking beer and wine late at night.
Went to the Farmer's Market earlier today and
picked up some good stuff.
Right now it's a little past ten o' clock and drinking
some wine from good old California.
Earlier me and my girlfriend were thinking of
things to do such as skinny dipping and other stuff.
We both thought it was a good idea.
Now we just need to find a nice quiet place
to try it or in other words to do it.
Is this poem getting a little too personal?
Maybe just a little bit but yet I still continue to
write it down even if it reveals more than you
would like to know.
I'm going to get another glass of wine.