this song is the image of a
lady; legs wide open, yet resisting your tongue. bottle of wine. red. she pours
it gently between her thighs.
petals & wine. my tongue,
she must ride. pink rose. she pours the wine, i tear rose petals from its root.
frozen butter breasts covered in a dozen pink petals.
she tastes lovely; twice as
nice. drunk in love. i taste her wine. ooH..the VINE! we kiss. her body i hardly
missed.
i'm back with my head in her
thighs. mouth full of wine. she poured and i ravished. grabbing me for another
kiss; feigning for a taste of her wine from my lips. dinner & two drunks.
her body .. beauty's porcelain doll. vintage & polished in milk & pure
honey. i must eat.
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