Coffee
With skin the color of coffee what I wouldn't give to have a cup of her.
Putting my lips to hers taking long slow sips warming my insides.
Her fragrance is like freshly brewed aromatherapy healing my soul.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Blue Poet aka The Seventh
Seal
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