The Wine of Your Love--
again has made me drunk;
with passion, pleasure, and love.
I could drink from no other vine,
There is no better my dear.
It is the taking of you that consumes,
a fire from within.
I need you my lover and my lust--oh mistress mine.
Lips touching lips, snake tongues entwining,
Hands exploring, time stopping.
Let the feast of our love be long, the eating of passion's fruits.
The others want you, yet I hold you, as master, and as slave.
I could never say, "No."
Make me do your bidding, a smile on my dirty lips.
I drink again of you, the taste that does not abate.
Give the wicked pleasures of sin and I will give you mine
and forever, my love, be my one.
Reaching for the grapes once more,
The wine of your love has made me drunk.
-posted by Nobius 10:46 AM 