A taste of you I have sworn.
Light a candle and wear your hair loose,
Let me handle the delightful art of seduce.
Don't put on any lipstick, so that
I know exactly when to kiss you
As your lips turn red and you leave me
A drop of fine wine there to taste.
As minutes go by and thy lust grows
So shall mine, due to Merlot I suppose.
I know you'll be in the arms of many
But tonight, I beg you to lie to me
And say "I'll kneel to none but thee."
I'll overlook the stitches on your knee.
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