Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Could I but hold you ‘till I warm your chill
alas your charms are fleeting and soon gone;
your kiss rouses my spirits to a heat
my lips savour your flavour as I sip.
Your svelte brown shape always entices me;
I would hold you, drink deep of your magic
you draw me on, but soon, you leave me.
I can discard your husk so easily;
until you lure me to you once again.

On drinking Leffe Blonde from the bottle.