You didn’t need the tricks. No lace, no teasing. You walked in slow, all heat and confidence, and I knew from the first kiss—this was going to be different.
You’re Grenache in full bloom—plump with sun, grounded in stone. Cherries cooked just long enough, soft leather wrapping around a core of crushed herbs and warmth. Not flashy. Just everything in the right place. Your touch lingers, firm but kind, and I don’t need to rush. I want to savour every second.
You’re not here to impress. You’re here to stay. And when you leave, I’ll still feel you on my tongue—warm, red, and pulsing with something I can't quite name.
Serve with grilled lamb, rosemary potatoes, or roasted eggplant dripping with olive oil. Nothing fussy—just simple, sensual satisfaction.
Region: Lirac AOC, Southern Rhône, France Grapes: Grenache
