Champagne 

Hmn, self control is usually
a virtue of mine, but with
lashes as dark as tonight,
when your touch is ablaze,
I’d rather drift my 
tongue across your fingertips 
part lips for danger or perhaps
taste the salt on your shoulder. 

Words of champagne. 
Sham
Pain.

Shame,
Shame,
Shame.
 

BIATA