She's as smooth as glass With gentle curves. A fine crystal that sings With a moistened touch. She's a sweet moscato or riesling With bubbles that giggle when she smiles. Or maybe a mellow red That leaves a taste that asks for more. She warms my heart and soul And shows me new steps on the floor. Her sweet plump fruits catch my eyes And caress me through the night. Tomorrow she will welcome me again. A love affair and not a sin.