Carnal
I'll burn like scotch at the back of your throat,
A smoldering ember, a fire that's remote.
But amidst the flames, I'll taste as sweet as honey,
An intoxicating elixir, a craving hard to deny.
An aphrodisiac, I'll be, a desire you can't suppress,
Drawing you in, a captivating caress.
You'll yearn for more, unable to get enough,
Lost in the sensations, in a whirlwind of rough.
Like the sweet nectar of passion, I'll drip and glide,
Leaving a trail of longing, impossible to hide.
And as your lips trace the path I've traced before,
You'll savor the moments, forever craving more.
With every sip, with every touch, the spell will grow,
An addiction to the ecstasy, an allure hard to outgrow.
I'll be the scotch that burns, yet the honey that soothes,
A taste you'll relish, a potion that consumes.
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