Answer:
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
What tastes better than it smells?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.