To sip, to sip, never to drain the cup;
To stroke with gentle lip, to savour
Slowly, slowly, tasting every flavour
That flickering tongue and loving hand yields up.
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Feasting for many senses and again the passion disguised beyond the precise gestures: sip sip... slowly slowly - subtle and mesmeric, wow!