The collar's on and the wine's breathing — tonight I'm not asking permission for anything. Are you going to be good for me?
The collar's on and the wine's breathing — tonight I'm not asking permission for anything. Are you going to be good for me?
Half the moon's showing tonight and the Sturgeon Moon is still nine nights away — but I've never been good at waiting for things to be full before I start enjoying them. Are you?
Found a vineyard where the afternoon light cuts through the vines like it's showing off. The red in my glass matches my mood — rich, unhurried, and not for sharing with just anyone. Are you worth a second pour?
The week finally let go and Venus is already burning in the west — I'm out here with my wine and nothing on worth mentioning. Care to come earn your weekend?
This lake doesn't know there's a full moon coming tonight but I do, and I'm not moving from this spot until it shows itself. The wine's already open and my feet are in the water. Come sit with me before the sun gives up.
The sky's going to tear itself open tonight — a hundred streaks an hour and no moon to compete with. I've got my blanket rolled, a bottle of red, and a patch of dark far from everything. Are you coming with me, or am I keeping the whole show to myself?
The painting's almost finished but I'm not letting myself come until it is — self-control is its own kind of power. Think you could break my concentration?
Monday already wants too much and I'm in here letting the water take its time with me instead. Would you dare interrupt, or would you stand there and watch me get what I need?
Sundays are for taking your time, and I've decided getting dressed is entirely optional. Try to change my mind.
The moon's down to a sliver and I came back inside hungrier than I left — the wine went warm in the glass while my hands found something better to do. What would you do if you walked into this kitchen right now?