Take Wine

Grape Wine Golden Bowls.
And a girl from Wu, just fifteen, bundled on a blooded horse
Indigo blue she paints her brows, red brocade are her shoes,
Speaking her words a little askew
she temptingly sings her song.
At the feast on tortoise-shell mats
she gets drunk in your arms
In bed behind the lotus curtains what will she do to you?
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Li Po
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