We were chatting under the clear South African sky
The fire glowed fiery red as the merlot flowed from glass to lip
The quarter moon just slightly hinted darkness was upon us
I felt and tasted freedom that I have sought for so long
I bare my soul to you and you drank my fragrance seductively
We slipped into a world of dreams and fantasies
What a glorious privilege
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