Brisky


Years to farm, hours to consume

Barbecue char in half-baked oak

Smoke and honey

Vanilla and money

Infiltrated through the gates of my fortified wall(et)

I pay for time to hurry up

My 34 years pays a premium for your 12

I am not patient, thankfully you are

Get it right, sir

Get it right, madam

Do not awaken love before it is ready


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