8:00 PM Wednesday night and you're still on my mind
I can still feel the taste on my lips that intertwined
with the glass that held the drink so perfectly
as I swirl the glass around to take in your scent
and admire the color of your burgundy
I know your taste is heaven sent
You're one of my constants, I know it's meant

My love for wine is as deep as the Mariana's trench
With you, I wouldn't mind being drenched
Ain't nothing better than the feeling of wine drunk
It makes me wanna get loose and get crunk
Funny how wine is meant for the classy
When right now, I just wanna get ******