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Wined and dined
The candlelight shining on your face
Oh sweet handsome lover of mine
Your gentle blue eyes sparkling
With the effect of the wine
Now in its third glass in your hand
Your moist lips begging to be kissed
You slowly cut the red meat
So big and luscious on your plate
Digging deep into its centre
Medium rare just as you like them
You put the meat into your mouth
Chewing slowly with ecstasy
You reach out across the table
Hold my hands and smile
‘You are so good to me,
And my daughter Emerly
Taking care of us ever so nicely
By the way, where is she…’
I smile into your eyes
Enjoying the awakening lust
In its smouldering depth
‘She went to her best friend’s
To stay for the night
She must be sleeping tight’
You eat your dinner
You drink your wine
Commenting on its taste
Full body with a touch of fizz
Heavy dark red
Its sweetness goes to the head
Morning is here
But not Emerly
She never made it to her friend’s
Nobody knows where she went
Only a shoe found in the park
Where she walked through the day before
By the way, you will dine well again tonight
I have home-made sausages
Made especially for you
In memory of Emerly
Who will always be part
Of you forever
Oh sweet handsome lover of mine
Your gentle blue eyes sparkling
With the effect of the wine
Now in its third glass in your hand
Your moist lips begging to be kissed
You slowly cut the red meat
So big and luscious on your plate
Digging deep into its centre
Medium rare just as you like them
You put the meat into your mouth
Chewing slowly with ecstasy
You reach out across the table
Hold my hands and smile
‘You are so good to me,
And my daughter Emerly
Taking care of us ever so nicely
By the way, where is she…’
I smile into your eyes
Enjoying the awakening lust
In its smouldering depth
‘She went to her best friend’s
To stay for the night
She must be sleeping tight’
You eat your dinner
You drink your wine
Commenting on its taste
Full body with a touch of fizz
Heavy dark red
Its sweetness goes to the head
Morning is here
But not Emerly
She never made it to her friend’s
Nobody knows where she went
Only a shoe found in the park
Where she walked through the day before
By the way, you will dine well again tonight
I have home-made sausages
Made especially for you
In memory of Emerly
Who will always be part
Of you forever
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