As I taste thy crystal liquid, clear draught of ochre ooze
Pouring into tactual caverns echoing with ravishment
Still my tongue indulge’ in visions of lingering after-taste
Taking off to Asian gardens, where Elysium regained
Tipsy geishas gather round deep erotically bound
I give in to their endearment, partake of apricot lust
Languorous and enervating, delicate as rose-leaf
Rapturous, I hold my breath… whilst the pleasures hypnotize me
Asian secrets paralyze me, and I take anew sweet so’r
To regain the grace once more…
Drinkin apricot wine
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2008
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