No Wine For Me Or I Want You With Dinner

NO WINE FOR ME No wine for me, I must most vehemently decline-- But, oh, I wish your moistened lips were mine These vintages he offered me are pale-- You are the prime intoxication I inhale The wine you offer may be considered sweet With it most meals would be gourmet complete I could be sated it is true-- If my tongue could sing with aftertaste of you So humor me and take a little sip of wine Then I will make your rivulet of passion mine For then your wandering lips have blessed this glass and from you to me-- that afterglow will pass