The connoisseur

He was a connoisseur

and she tasted fine,

more so than the finest wine,

she had matured with age

and was full of body,

he knew he was lucky

to savour her fully,

and he did until he was sated

and until she was replete

and he knew she was a keeper

for she made him go weak at the knees.

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