Cool sweet it caress the soul
Gold refine became the thrill as it reclines
Gentile alike clamor for the odd alike
Mesmerize the taste as it whistles down a throat of sweet parch
Lips curve seductive as he looks far beneath
Eyes glow with mischief for the sweet taste of home and thrill of a Southern Comfort
Laughs peruse and prevails the thoughts as the eyes glow with lingering warmth
Aristocratic and withdrawn it states an understatement of class as it smooths the wild
Mellow sweet as it lingers drop by drop on full lips of hard
Indeed a melodious accomplice is its sweet taste moves from place to place
La La La the sweet taste of Southern Comfort has thrilled a place far within a heart of
By
Felicia McCaw
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