Brimming with tender mixes, prepared is our love-cup.
Thirst will quench deeper now golden nectar runs clear.
Not to waste any in sips, I intend to tip love's glass up.
Swallowing passion to dregs will make me unfearful.
A satisfied palate ensures heady freedom is near.
Love never tastes bitter taken eagerly, appetite's draught
Settles into the soul and absorbed, love's wine emboldens.
Now fully sweetened, I feel ready for honeyed lovecrafts.
Tasting ambrosial amour I imbibe it as desire takes hold.
Drunk to the full, I embrace a life love will control
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