Intoxicated by desire,
We got drunk on each other,
Under the influence of the moon.
With each look we got higher,
Drinking it up, one after another,
And neither of us were immune.

You took me back to your place,
And let me get a little taste,
Of wine as sweet as dew.
Hand in hand, face to face,
Not a drop of wine went to waste,
And that wine, my dear, was you.