8 July 2012
Thick, laced and red,
Beckoning to my head,
In a bowl, mug or glass,
Temptation comes,
I feel it swirl and mass,
So sweet it will taste,
Yet I should leave,
And run without haste,
Can't you hear it calling?
Her sweet soft voice,
It'll have me crawling,
Down on my knees,
I'll sneak to her,
Begging her, please,
Trickle over my tongue,
Let me taste you,
Drink you,
There is no one else,
Come take me,
Into your fruity embrace,
How I long for a sip,
Why must I be a disgrace?
Release a trickle, a drip,
Allow me my release,
Passing out on the floor,
My sweet, alcoholic peace.
Forbidden Drink • Opuss № I