Post by goldenmyst on Oct 6, 2018 19:49:42 GMT -6
Praline & Frangelico
Pecan poppy friend dipped in hazelnut liquor for palate sea swell with sunken treasure undreamed of by the Italian monk whose maze of alcoholic recipes swirls on my tongue like the slow flow of molasses for my winter blues on a nuthouse flake cake with hazel and pecan taking me on a Frangelico river into the heart of candied aroma where holy cask tips my bartender with a drink on the house along with crunchy dessert to savor in a love affair with the stir of dark liquid memories.
Lips soften into brown delight with the dark sweetness of maple syrup but of its own personality with pecan suspended in a timeless repertory of nutty notes in harmony with sugar rising ever so slightly to meet the mouth that knows the Shangri La within until drink and candy melt in forgotten realms of light and love.
Where the gold of affection turns into the bliss of confection whose essence splashes into the heat of symbols combining for sinful pleasures leading to a bedded and wedded marriage of nut and liquor to fill the chalice of priestly desire with flames of Eucharistic love making whose lick takes me deeper into concupiscence where fallen angels of lost laughter bleed into me on fermented clouds of bliss which send me into a happy trance where science and art go hand and hand walking like lovers where they kiss into mated intoxication under the sweet influence of Bacchus.
Pecan poppy friend dipped in hazelnut liquor for palate sea swell with sunken treasure undreamed of by the Italian monk whose maze of alcoholic recipes swirls on my tongue like the slow flow of molasses for my winter blues on a nuthouse flake cake with hazel and pecan taking me on a Frangelico river into the heart of candied aroma where holy cask tips my bartender with a drink on the house along with crunchy dessert to savor in a love affair with the stir of dark liquid memories.
Lips soften into brown delight with the dark sweetness of maple syrup but of its own personality with pecan suspended in a timeless repertory of nutty notes in harmony with sugar rising ever so slightly to meet the mouth that knows the Shangri La within until drink and candy melt in forgotten realms of light and love.
Where the gold of affection turns into the bliss of confection whose essence splashes into the heat of symbols combining for sinful pleasures leading to a bedded and wedded marriage of nut and liquor to fill the chalice of priestly desire with flames of Eucharistic love making whose lick takes me deeper into concupiscence where fallen angels of lost laughter bleed into me on fermented clouds of bliss which send me into a happy trance where science and art go hand and hand walking like lovers where they kiss into mated intoxication under the sweet influence of Bacchus.
