Italian guitar sway

Red wine on my lips,

I drank modestly

in deep indulging sips.

My hips

Sway

In a teasing

display

for your feasting

in any way

you find pleasing

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a truth or not

the rain

chased

me of the plain

into a coffee shop

I haste

our eyes met

across

the counter

the aisle

against the wall

you made me

your all

till

this day

I can’t remember

your name…