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By frozencharlotte Date: 2002 Jun 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.15.13.52.8396]] |
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Firewater in a shotglass, ...you are... A slow trip to the lips Let me sip a tatse, Feel your burn slide down The back of my throat, Singe my gut, Toss my head back, Gulp you down. You're brewing Like a bad storm Circling my soul, Lightning strike me For wanting you To fill This insatiable hole. |