By: Ryan Sagert
Your beauty is a bottle of vintage wine
Well aged and delightfully tasteful
It meets my lips with curiosity
And seems to satisfy the desire
That stems from the animal inside
Entranced by your orphic eyes
I commit the taste of your lips to memory
Inhaling your stories and aspirations
From years bound with wisdom
The veins in your hand are as blue as the ocean
Yet there is no ring on your finger
No contract to bind your affections
And so you seduced me
Somehow in your infinite wisdom
You seduced me!
Your beauty is a bottle of vintage wine
Well aged and delightfully tasteful
It meets my lips with curiosity
And seems to satisfy the desire
That stems from the animal inside
Entranced by your orphic eyes
I commit the taste of your lips to memory
Inhaling your stories and aspirations
From years bound with wisdom
The veins in your hand are as blue as the ocean
Yet there is no ring on your finger
No contract to bind your affections
And so you seduced me
Somehow in your infinite wisdom
You seduced me!
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