Warning this is from Muraki's POV on Tsuzuki.
If you don't know how sick Muraki can be at times do not read this.
I don't want to be responsible for you, above eighteen or otherwise,
especially if your going to lie about your age.

Vintage Spirit

Like crushed grapes, broken skin
Memory of your kin
Bitter pill to swallow
Guilt will always follow.

Tried so hard to escape
You just can't change your fate
Crimson blood covers you
It's that job that you do

Sweet in more ways than one
Rivals I can bear none
Even to a stranger
You show your kind nature

The secret that you hold
You hide behind a role
Body, soul, heart and mind
Truly one of a kind

Your lips firm and tender
I don't mind your gender
The essence of your soul
Makes my own power grow

Thick and sweet, the best
I have no need for rest
A feast for my senses
Driving me to madness

Damnation for desire
My amethyst fire
So intoxicating
Without even trying

To make you understand
To have you in my hand
Destiny calls to you
Come now it's nothing new

Soon enough never fear
You will shed your final tear
No more fields to harvest
At last eternal rest