As you talk
I cannot help smoke a little
In my mind as I am abstemious
And write about me
Sip on tea, so that I am not tempted
As you spit out the pips
Of an orange
You cannot resist some mulled wine
Neither can I
But I'll make liquor flow from your lines
Intoxicate your muses
They will pay a dime for your time
A pocket is enough for the stars you want
In your prime you may have taken a sip of milk
Now you're a someone I can have later
With sugar and cream
You are my cuppa tea
Spirits talk to us as we caress our glasses
And tip the wine and let time flow like love