Crush the wild roses and
Trace your fingertips around
The noblest rim;
Fill our glass with blood sweet sap
Make it half full
Enough to seduce the
dance floor
As the potion kicks inside
The wine glass like
kissing the inner
Thighs of a woman;
Reach your arms to that
Lady in red under the silvery moon
And Samba your way to perfection
When
You and her
Sweat and is sweet as a cotton candy
Drink some more wine
by the mirror
Like two hedonistic lovers
seeking to tame the hour.
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