Black Coffee
He was black coffee with just enough sugar for a hint of sweet.
The kind of Man that would make you melt at his feet.
so poised and potent really got the job done.
I was addicted to this coffee after sip one.
Strong enough to Keep you woke, but soothing and warm
enough to drink before bed,
The uniqueness of His flavor constantly dancing in my Head.
I can still taste him on my buds, entering by body to energize my soul.
I never though that a cup of coffee could make a person whole.
His flow was so smooth and he was so delicious to me.
I was drawn to this coffee like a sailor to the sea.
This particular flavor was my favorite my very special stash.
I lost that particular flavor, so that coffee was my last.
But, I miss him because He was Black coffee With just enough sugar for a
hint of sweet.
He flowed beautifully through my life then left after sweeping me off my
feet.
Copyright © Britney Kimbrough | Year Posted 2016
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