She's My Unadulterated
Her hair, her beautiful blonde curls,
Her hair drapes to her butterfly shoulders.
And I stand beside her, a quiver,
As my love, my lion hearted love, smoulders.
Her lines, her wine glass curves, intoxicate,
Get me drunk with anticipation.
Waiting for her wave to break,
And surf our love in synchronization.
Then the real opera, the perform and show,
Her dark red lips reach, eating within.
They kiss the dark red rose, devouring each petal,
Devouring with a dark red grin.
Her body’s my shiraz, her lips splash a red carefree laugh,
Her figure’s a French divine.
I am drunk on her love, punched with her warmth,
She’s my unadulterated red wine.
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