[Desire] slipped me a bottle of Gamay,
in the wee hours of morning, I observed
as sleet and snow adorned Swiss chalet,
I smile as he prepared dessert, gathering
as henchmen, of luscious bottle of Gamay,
cinnamon, clove, vanilla, nutmeg and mace;
beguiling further, with grapefruit marmalade
he sought to surprise me with secret recipe;
Oh! straight from heart sang song, conveyed
and soon, rays of sun began to shine outside;
we sealed sweet moment, with bottle of Gamay.

 

 

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