Sitting amongst the grape vine,
sharing a fine glass of wine.
Hers is white, mine is red,
sipping slowly, as I said,
"A peaceful ritual,
when your inclined
sipping the nectar,
of something so fine."
Sitting amongst the grape vine,
sharing a fine glass of wine.
Hers is white, mine is red,
sipping slowly, as I said,
"A peaceful ritual,
when your inclined
sipping the nectar,
of something so fine."