From the vine brew the wine,
I could only pour a glass of wine,
but with you it tastes sweet.
Let's have the best conversation,
to swing and never say a word,
men have many tongues to speak,
let's speak the language of bees,
it's just smells and dancing,
till we fall asleep together,
struggling in a single blanket.
From the collection: SECSTASY
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