I might not be your cup of tea

I might not be your cup of tea

But I’ll be your shot of Whiskey

I’ll burn down the branches of your chest as you breathe 

Quenching the yearn that claims your insides

I’ll fill you up with ecstasy

That will tether you at your limits

Inviting you to surrender to pleasure that scares the timid 

I’ll be this and all of the forbidden that

If you give me that unbridled darkness that is deep in there intact 

I will not be your fucking sweet cup of tea

Cause I am that shot of whiskey 

That cried tears as rapids down your cheeks