Red Wine

Darling, just say, pour some more wine
Straight of my own, exquisite, divine.
You say you can taste it
More salty than sweet,
Still, it's unlike you to waste it.
As rich as the color, it must be a treat,
Red as the lips you have kissed goodnight.
Oh, mine are pink? Suprizing a sight!
Was I supposed to believe you?
The story so phony, lies weren't so few.
No, upset? Why, never, not I!
You drink of my blood as I sit here and die!