An ode to her spirit

She's like an old muse wrapped in yellow
Like all habits! So hard to break

I've been sipping her slow & oaky self
I still get mesmerised 3 hours hence

Sometimes like the sea all violent & unpredictable
Sometimes like my backyard swimming pool! My bitch

Red flags turn green.. I get lost in you
Despite the fake protests.. Still stuck on you

Consume me nice & easy..
Where's the rush to get thru

On a moonlit night in the still of the night
There's no one else like you