The taste of the liqueur
My sensual mouth is not offered to everyone. I choose !
Feeling is necessary, since my senses awake and the fire burns
But my mouth is greedy and always thirsty.
Nothing like a long warm milk bottle that rises under the tongue, vibrates, swells, stretches...
and finally the so long awaited liqueur , the elixir of which I would not want to loose a drop and that I swallow ...
The most of sensuality, its reward
If you have never tried, come and open your mouth, and I will fill it...
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