If her smile is as sweet as candy,
You buy her a milky treasure,
Godiva's best delight.
If her lips move with the color of chianti,
Then let it be with leisure,
You pour her your best wine, just for tonight.
And if her style takes your fancy,
Then it may be of good measure,
For the heels that go click, click, click! be her exclusive right.
And if her warm embrace makes your heart pound like drums so grandly,
Then may there be no better gift than the pleasure,
To get her that little dress; a wine red light.
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PoesíaAngst /äNG(k)st/ noun a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general. informal a feeling of persistent worry about something trivial.
