Jasmin wine, touched by jasmin lips,
Precious you, taking precious sips.
This intimate air, provokes intimate thought,
My steady heart, beating a steady trot.

Weeping thief, over my weeping soul,
Easily broken, you easily control.
This sour midnight, bares a sour kiss,
Your tormenting lies, feed my tormenting bliss.

Gullable me, basks in gullable lies,
Satisfied misstress, speaks satisfied sighs.
An overwhelmed heart, with overwhelmed hurt,
My talented pain, begging for talented flirt.

Gentle fall, into a gentle cradle,
Taunting screams, splice a taunting cable.
It gracfully sways, and gracfully tips,
Into jasmin wine, from her jasmin lips.
 
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