It was per chance
Love born at first glance
Or perhaps it was
The form of your curvacious shape
That made the soil of my mouth
As parched as the Sahara sands.
Dressed in red and draped
In trimmings white and flowing
How I love to dine
With you at the table beside me
And admire your wonders
Reveling in the heat of desire
By soft candlelight glowing
Oh to high heaven I pray
Do not dash this fragile hope
That I will always have thy
Sensual delight to call mine own
You contain the very nectar of life
Oh you sumptuous bottle of Coke
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