Sunday, November 7, 2010


We all have a limit
How far we can go
And then another
For how far we should go
I drink a beer or two every other day
Three is my stoping point
Get only a little buzz
Have to slam them fast to get one
But it's the rum i love
My little weakness
Love the firery warmth on my tounge
Take a sip and hold it
Feeling the tingleing spread in my mouth and throat
Ahhhh and when i swallow you can feel the heat
It's my awful weakness
My secret drink i hide
Only drink i'll loose myself in
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1 comment:

  1. The warmth inside it creates. Creating such a release. And so glad to see you writing again. I see that fire back in you