Red Rose Goblet

I kissed the goblet
Filled with blue wine
And touched your cheeks
To get intoxicated.
Inebriation was incomplete
And you touched my lips
With your nail – art fingers
To fill my gut with the feel that
I am tipsy and topsy turvy.
No, I am still not high I say
And you kissed my wine wet lips
With your red rose goblet…
I drank from it and
Here I am, facing blissful eternity,
Feeling super highly drunk and
Sweetly love-poisoned, which is
Killing my senses and driving me
Towards oblivion to wake up in heaven.

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