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
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