The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Make Me Burn

Do not just touch me, 
feel me
Do not just kiss me, 
devour me
Do not just look at me,
see me
Do not just hear me, 
listen to me

I am here to willingly give it all to you
It is not too much to ask the same in return
I wish to die in your arms, to come back again
I wish it for you, to make my skin burn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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