The evening drapes itself around us, slow and golden. I trace lazy fingers down your chest, still glowing from what we just shared. You haven’t said a word in minutes—but your body hums like you’re still reliving every second.
You surprised me. So supple. So open. You came in all sun-warmed berries and soft smoke, but then you held on—earthy, steady, with that peppery little pause just when I thought you were done. I could’ve sworn I tasted thyme on your lips.
You didn’t try too hard. You didn’t need to. You just showed up—ripe, generous, a little wild—and let the rest unfold. And now? I’m not done with you yet. I want you on the sofa, barefoot, with the roast just coming out of the oven and your glass never empty.
Cozy up with spiced lentils, grilled lamb, or the kind of hard cheese you break apart with your hands.
Region: Lirac, Southern Rhône, France Grapes: Syrah, Mourvèdre
