Dark cask, the blood-red wine of my muse, cradle my conscience so I can forget the fears holding me captive.

I drink in your liquid, holding you to linger in my mouth, instant addiction to your intoxication at first flavor on my lips.

I swallow you whole in my dreams! Oh me! Oh my! I love the feel of you slipping down my throat!

Come sleep with me, and I’ll show you how much of you I’d drink!

I’d give you a hole lota opportunity to fill me full!

Oh, how I crave My Merlot! I know you hold what I need, so invade me deep and take over my reality!