GREEK PLEASURE
GREEK PLEASURE
The sight of you
With cup in hand
Wine is all spent
The taste is sweet
On wet red lips
A smile it seems
Is it for me
Perhaps this time
We share it all
How hot the blood
I wonder now
It pulses fast
From heart to brain
Emotion wins
Over pure thought
And never cold
Except in death
And when it comes
For both of us
A life well lived
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