Mead is a fickle loverA Poem by ronMead is a fickle lover
Mead is a fickle lover when time to bottle her, and the fermintation ends.
Some times she will be the perfect lover in all things agreed. And other times she will tease you and take your hopes and crash them.
You can whisper sweet nothing in her ear, or caress her like a true lover should. But not matter what you do she will not be ready until she is done.
She can excite you when she bubbles and smells of her sweet scent, all the while she is just teasing you.
So take heart dear Mead Maker, love her and whisper your words of love to her.
But in the end she will love you only if she wants to. This is the nature of making Mead... if you dare.
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