Gimme a clear square glass
With that clear spherical ice.

Gimme that orange bitters
And just a spritz of water to break down the sugar.

Let me smell the aroma
Of that bottled spirit,
Perfume of aged charred cask,
And vanilla laced with caramel.

Let it waterfall into the glass,
Hugging all of the curves as they cascade down
And when you stir, do it soft and slow
Look me in the eyes,
Tell me I've been a good boy

Garnish with a zesty peel.

Let this liquid ***,
Slip down my throat
Throwing me deeper in lust
For another.