Bitey Water
The gullet burn-eth some,
A drop of golden flow.
My pallet be alive oh yes,
As the fire ignites again.
Talisker is my medicine,
For I have loved today.
Wicked notions of reward,
When I will never know.
This pleasure is a sin,
My heart given to thee.
She coax-eth more my will,
My wit becom-eth numb.
So bite me back,
I duel with thee.
A pride of Scottish byrne,
Take me unto ye !
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