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.