Sweet mists envelop morning grace
Tangy drops of wine
Clear as crystal, clings to leaf
Desperately divine

Toxins from the dawns own fingers
Lace the frost air
Sour juice drips form the vines
Fruits so soft and rare

Temptation oozes fine addiction
Sacrifice your soul
And give up your entirety
Seductions final toll

Passion seeps up from the roots
Saturating soil
Internally you yearn for pleasure
Succulent turmoil

The sun pours forth its golden nectar
Bodies intertwine
Forgetting mornings bitter chill
Desperately divine