you be the food

that causes you

to thirst ...

then come ...

lay with me ...

Drink the wine of

pleasure....

that seeps from

my breast

then come....

and rest

your head ....

in my lap

Show me I have

made your

body drunk

with lust,

and with

each thrust...

you demand

more wine

And finally

near sated

the moment

awaited

arrives

sharing a

measure

the wine

of our

pleasure

provides.

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