The Fine Vine Given

Nappa Valley sweets…

Picking someone to drink from…

Sweets of intoxication…

 

Ripening my addiction…

Alcoholic sweet sugars skin deep…

If I touched…

 

Then I’d be the one who pays…

Mentally not currency…

Seasons I need in my life currently…

 

Someone I need to sip me rite…

Someone she needs to be…

To be the value that penitrates her Vineyards…

 

Her orchard is my command…

I will treat the sweetest grape…

With a moon rocks fortune.

 

Essentials in my state of mind…

That add to my faith…

She keeps me planted…

 

In the middle of her plantation…

Her Estates are filled up…

She asked could I bust her grapes here…

 

Increased my denial.

I can not escape her intoxicating…

Candy to a small child…

 

I….

Go….

Crazy…

 

 

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