Double Brandy
The gullet burns,
But stomach warms now.
Heady the feeling of oak,
Time and fabled art.
King Charles 1st,
What a very soothing
Aromatic festival of delight,
I wane a little.
Velvet to my tonsils,
Caressing the vortex.
Flowing inside of me,
A rare exotic love.
Total moodiness removed,
Where liquor has saved.
The frozen bones beneath,
A rudy coloured skin.
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