You quench my parched lips with your nectar.
Fruity as any sexy aged wine,
My eyes light up as a true connoisseur,
Caught in the effervescence, my ears dine.
My tongue dances a samba in my mouth;
Juices collide like a crescendo
Against my palate; a subtle sweet vermouth;
Taste buds seduced by its innuendo.
My temple explode in a seismic quake
In a fusion of sexy fruity flavour
In a trance of pleasure I start to shake.
Sweet heavens, let me die in this rapture!
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