Take me in, slowly.
You are used to the lil boys with no hops…
Colorless, and easy to thoughtlessly Swallow.
You could get careless in your consumption,
As they offer no challenge
To your constitution.
Your throat forgot their passive passage,
Much too soon,
Slowly, feel my potency. I settle within you.
Like alcohol. That’s how you need
To meet me.
There is no under-taking
Found too far beneath me…