I have just completed mowing your lawn It remains a labour less of love but the need to be around you And the grass keeps growing and so needs cutting So I'm there for the doing And I go backwards and I go forwards Striping my way to the borders Looking at you through the window I want to taste you, taste your lips Feel your hair, I want to breathe you Taste your hips, taste your skin I want to own you Taste your mouth, taste your fingers I want to love you Taste your breath, taste your sweat Let me adore you Now I try to imagine you a wine What sort you'd be and how I would describe you I read, the vine you come from, grows on hot land There's a heat running through your veins I feel it now in mine This wine's a sensation Now wouldn't you agree, Ms. Flower? I want to taste you Taste your lips, feel your hair I want to breathe you Taste your hips, taste your skin I want to own you Taste your mouth, taste your fingers I want to love you Taste your breath, taste your sweat Let me adore you Could I have put it any better? No What more can I learn but from the master Labels can be extremely helpful to the initiated And bewildering to the newcomer So remember, Ms. Flower, be gentle with me A few delicate sips to start with before I drink my glass dry To appreciate the vintage, to enjoy the richness And fruit to the full could well take several hours If not days or much longer Your answers, whispered in my ear, welcome I want to taste you Taste your lips, feel your hair I want to breathe you Taste your hips, taste your skin I want to own you Taste your mouth, taste your fingers I want to love you Taste your breath, taste your sweat Let me adore you Taste your lips, feel your hair I want to breathe you Taste your hips, taste your skin I want to own you Taste your mouth, taste your fingers I want to love you Taste your breath, taste your sweat Let me adore you Taste you I want to taste you Love you I want to taste you Taste you I want to taste you Love you I want to taste you Taste you Love you