This wine is a little too strong.
Let's turn it into sweat.
This wine is a little too sweet.
Let's taste it on each other's lips.
This wine makes me a little thirsty.
Let's drink of each other.
This wine hangs heavy on my breath.
Let's see if I can breathe it away.
Take me down and breathe into me.
Feel the sweat as it begs for cool.
Ignite the fires inside and push harder.
Full steam.
Or full sweat.
Take me down and breathe into me.
Part your lips so that we can swallow our fear.
The flick of a tongue is all I need to be there.
Hearts beat to the cadence of a march.
A forced march.
Double time.
Take me down and breathe into me.
Quench my thirst with the moisture of your breath.
I coat your body with the wine on my skin.
What do you do on a slippery dock?
Slide in.
Take me down and breathe into me.
Replace my heavy breath with your own.
Surely yours is sweeter.
My diaphragm works hard while my vocal cords play in the wind.
Flapping and jumping.
Humming in the air.
When this all comes down, to rose and red, as we crain and fall, shaking, sweating, our lungs begging for air, this wine will witness every feeling.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Or lady and gentleman.
This is our show for the night.
Get some sleep.
Well-deserved sleep.
