Time To Dine (Adult)
Take me to your table
The place at which you dine
I’ll satisfy your hunger
I’ll be your offered wine
Oh taste of me the fruits
So offered there for you
Partake there of my offering
That’s what I wish to do
Courses? There are plenty
At least seven, maybe more
If no room on the table
Then move me to the floor
But taste me now, I beg of thee
Your lips upon my skin
Drink in the salty spirits
Devour what’s within
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