If I was loved as a bottle of wine
I'd be held and caressed till the end of time
To be clutched so  tightly with in  his fist

Oh to be what he could not resist!  

To be a taste that he desires, wants and craves
To know that it would  only get better with age
To be gazed upon with such Wonder and thought
To be what he wants, all that is sought 
To be the best of his day - his anticipation....

WOW!! Surely that would feel amazing?!
In his hands from 5 till his  eyes were down.

On my face you would not see a frown.    
Not a day would go by without my dear.

I would not wait and wonder . . . . Divorce my fear. 
Instead I am alone at night in my bed and wishing he was here with me instead. 

 I sleep alone with my

tears...I wonder "will I last many more years?"
If I were held like a glass of wine .....
Happiness would always be mine.