Wine and fire
The fireplace warms the living room.
I´m timid and you´re cold, I assume.
You give me your wine and offer me a glass.
I drink and suddenly all shyness and fear pass.
In every drop of wine, magically the room is on fire.
Burning spreading sparks, dominated by animal desire.
I´m a bomb about to devour and explode you entire.
Entire on fire. Full of desire. Drunk on your wine.
The clothes fall, my eyes are fireballs.
I swallow your bottle, perfect cuddle.
I drink from your lips, I move my hips.
The couch shakes, I moan in “português”.
Your love is better than wine,
But both have an expiry time.
In the morning, I´m hungover.
The bottle is empty, the fire is over.