Thick, laced and red,
Beckoning to my head,
In a bowl, mug or glass,
Temptation comes,
I feel it swirl and mass,
So sweet it will taste,
Yet I should leave,
And run without haste,
Can't you hear it calling?
Her sweet soft voice,
It'll have me crawling,
Down on my knees,
I'll sneak to her,
Begging her, please,
Trickle over my tongue,
Let me taste you,
Drink you,
There is no one else,
Come take me,
Into your fruity embrace,
How I long for a sip,
Why must I be a disgrace?
Release a trickle, a drip,
Allow me my release,
Passing out on the floor,
My sweet, alcoholic peace.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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Other people have done more than one, no idea what the rules are😄 I think it's fine, only that it makes my job a little more hard than it even is now!😥
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