Poetry Pinot Grig. The moscato dances in my cup Anticipating the next time my lips kiss the rim… Let’s Get SocialClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 Let’s Get SocialClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
