The flocculent feelings of fondness
foraminate frost that had enveloped.
A flaught flicker in your eyes towards mine,
both intoxicated by wine;
I knew a love had developed.
The potency grew stronger with each pour
our pupils both dilated in awe.
More wine madefied your majestic lips
as my fingertips felt for you hips;
I recognised you without flaw.
The effects of the wine dissipated
yet those systatic sensations sinewed.
As intoxication was sedated
our hearts still both felt elated
by the love that was created.
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