I long for a wine, from the ripest of vines, my need is the greed, I cannot confine. I burn with desire, a passionate fire my urge is the purge that will not expire. I covet and crave, ensnared as a slave, my yearn is the burn, unlocking the cage. I hunger for trust, my craving a must, my sin is the Zin, enslaving my lust! - Kevin Phillips.