Goblet Of Lust

Would you heal me if I pour some lust, into your goblet?

The ice of warmth and care topped with the mint of grace;

A glass of wine with a kiss on the brim,

A tear-drop on the silhouette of it,

I shamble to you as I smirk my sadness;

A glass raised for a toast -

Questioning your loyalty for the love of bargain!

I resemble none other than your moon

Yet you seem to be my only escape

Fire on the bar, as I come to you.

You .. my friend or charmer... lover or what?

The names are many... which I would never prefer to call!

Come on, raise your fingers, don't be shy.

I know you want it too, as much as I.

I have a doubt though, you seem a bit cold.

Cold as ice? No.. rather cold as my heart?

Is it not worse? I am not sure if I really want to serve!

I am already drained of emotions.. of love or mere pretensions

Believe me, it is very hard for me.

I am not here to deceive you, a 'repair' is all I need.

Even if it is temporary, it should work for me!

So mister, do we have a deal?

It's been a long time of a fair deal!