Your lips are that
of a sweet red wine
from a very good vintage
year of 2001... Around October
i'd say i could drink
your lips in
and never stumble or falter
with you at my side
when at any given moment
I could lean in
when I'm down and depressed
or on top of the world,
either way you are there
for me to lock lips
with and be free
of society's discretions
and foibles to end
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