The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Drip smoke smash

Follow pulse
follow low and high
like a dress in the wind
a simple lovely sin
She spins and ends well
I could devour whole
the simple lovely sin
between her eyes and brow
a kiss on lips 
a taste left on fingertips
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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