Zinfandel

Zinfandel is a man to me who I see as being fine as wine And at times when we talk words coming out my mouth Are not the same words going through my mind Ok, so he's married, what's that got to do with me He's still a fine Zinfandel for all the world to see He's a handsome, dark chocolate with a very sexy voice And if I catch him behind closed doors Would I be strong and make the right choice My arms want to hold him close, his wine I want to taste But I have to stay focused when I see him in this place My ears want to hear him speak, his scent I want to smell And if we were to ever do this, I'm sure neither one would tell To think of him the way I do, one would call it lust My body is longing to be loved so myself alone I don't trust As friends, we are really cool But to be intimate I really don't need Cause he's trying to do what's right And in his marriage he still believes So why should I come along and be selfish for simple pleasures And welcome him inside my world to explore my hidden treasures His eyes say what his mouth doesn't speak, this is what I know He is very well mannered and friendly and I really like that so He says he likes to go fishing, for that's something he loves to do I said in my mind, "I'd like to go fishing, if I could go with you" But why in the hell would I want Zinfandel When I know that I don't drink I wonder why not, fine as he is, as I sit sometimes and think In case you're wondering, Zinfandel is only just a friend But if he wasn't married, I'd be glad to let him in.