Love is insufficient now,
I want to you to hold my hand,
Look me in eyes,
Kiss me,
Slowly drive a knife through my heart!
Cuz hon death from your hand,
Divine pleasure!

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Red Wine

A glass of Red Wine,
When you saw its shine.
An ecstatic feeling of thrust,
Becomes your strong lust.
With it's every sip,
Feeling grows very deep.
Face sparkle with smile,
Enhances your beauty for a while.
It gives you divine pleasure,
A thing to be kept in a treasure.

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