She is kept forever red it seems, it taste as forever as kept making decades to recoil till when! She peppers as made for realistic occasion. When on the ice its blue which can tell clue o red wine you fury as pelt from mouth lips become red and brain become dodging that last’s red.
She appetites as morning becomes blooming, she eventually every story as hidden crimes, who knows what’s story a true surprise a bottle full of red wine.
One night several past as red in dark o red wine one can see through you to rule the table as frenzy occasion of ripple nights, candle lies seems red as oldie wine disperse on table lady in red says goodnight.
