Sin or divine?

Twiddles and twirls,
a glass of wine,
dark, mysterious,
sin or divine?

A blossom of tingle,
lingering, twinkling,
the night is still young,
a slight inkling!

A companion of the night,
a warm comfort of crime,
yet none of it matters,
Oh! The sound of sweet chimes!

The stars my shine in their glory,
the wind may seductively sway,
a sip of sin in your hand,
The entire world at bay.

Oh! My vivid lover!
Dance with me tonight
In my arms, by my side,
My imagination’s flight!