The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Burn To Please

Though can't move or walk
Burn with fire and smoke
Ready to be grabbed by the tail
And sucked to gurgle and wail
Nothing mind or matter
Cooling down with water
Giving you pleasure and flying you high
And for this, doesn't care to die
The head blazing with heat
And the bottom flat with no feet
You may guess once and twice
What has butt and no thighs
Her ultimate goals
To turn to ashes with burning coals
Doctors say She is a killing machine
I say She is just a sacrificing being
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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