Equalizer of Experience

You look great in low orange glow
while I lay on your bed,
staining my lips purple
with that cheap bottle of Merlot
we tugged open about an hour ago.
The only problem I see
for where this night is going—
is where you have already gone;
I think I will need more Merlot.
At least three glasses more. Call it my second opinion.
Somebody better get up. There are corks to be unscrewed.