When I taste tequila He says the burn is okay and normal the caveats of my tongue are pressed with the bitter solace You donβt know how bad I need you you are my Irish cream, my guilty pleasure Dancing with the devil but instead dancing with you but is that the same thing the moshpit of our own twisted minds and our consciouses are two twisted sweaty bodiesβ¨whiskey and red wine and champagne and all that Why do I write about males Hot commodity I will pretend before I admit and admit before I realize i can hear my pupils dilating