sip of my cup
I have filled it for thee
please drown thine worries
upon thy bended knee
sip and sip again
from my shining chalice
surrender thine trembles
to my pleasure palace
quench your thirst
on my fountain for thee
I even have a cushion
for thy bended knee
come hither I plead
for thee to drink thine fill
lap up my sweet nectar
give in to my will
sip of my cup
it awaits your warm lips
please come and drink
before it spills or drips
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