Slightly cool-headed Ms. Pinot Grigio was bursting to jump out of the bottleneck and be one with her long time love, Sir Whine Goblet, the Third.
She unfurled herself as hot passionate mist mingled with desire.
Transparent in each other's arms, we saw through them.
Through the wine.
They consumed each other in perfect unison, leaving little droplets of sweat on the unsuspecting drinker's palm.