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The Sexual Thirst

The wine I sip comes from your lips
and drink I will today.
A glass or two shall pour from you
if I shall have my way.
The taste is sweet as summer's heat
and crispy clean like fire.
My tongue will dance the young buck's prance
licking upon desire.
I'll raise my glass to you lush lass
again if you keep still.
Another cup may keep us up
but lust will test the will.
Now vow my dear to keep thoughts clear
and harbor not a straying fear;
and promise I until I die
the thirst beyond a lover's lie.

By Mark Karpinka
(Author of the ebook, One Shot of Tender, available for previewing at .
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