No Wine For Me Or I Want You With Dinner
NO WINE FOR ME
No wine for me, I must most vehemently decline--
But, oh, I wish your moistened lips were mine
These vintages he offered me are pale--
You are the prime intoxication I inhale
The wine you offer may be considered sweet
With it most meals would be gourmet complete
I could be sated it is true--
If my tongue could sing with aftertaste of you
So humor me and take a little sip of wine
Then I will make your rivulet of passion mine
For then your wandering lips have blessed this glass
and from you to me-- that afterglow will pass
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