george albot - juice

If ones glass that's so divine to drink from
If one with spirit can hold to a her taste
If ones wine that rose with her sweetness
If then ones cup runneth over with her licker
And to fill her bowl with her punch
But to measure the pleasure of the gill
Of the fast flowing stream
From the female of woman
Let me ale to you let me drink from you
Intoxicate me and keep me
Under the influence of you
XXX
Night night babe
Hangover me but watch you head
Light headed and your legless
XXX

george albot

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