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
Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven aka
The Green Poet
Copyright © Keith Baucum | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment