Squeezing the bottle, it oozes in my mouth
Igniting my tongue while traveling south
Coating my insides, licking my pores
Caressing my throat and opening doors
Biting my neck, and that tingles too
Massaging my chest and that feeling’s new
Satisfaction flames up, the liquid goes down
Recycle the veggies, import chocolate brown
An arc of my belly as the tingling spreads
To the tip of my arms, reviving what’s dead
To the balls of my feet, which constantly tremble
To the blood in my heart which has to assemble
When finally each pleasure point is lit
The bottle is empty and I throw away it