Hot Coffee-Hot Hips
As I walked into the coffee shop; the girl said how are you
I told her I was doing well; and ordered up some brew.
When I looked into her eyes; I saw two diamonds filled with fire
And her dark hair I saw blowing; in the winds of hot desire.
Her skin looked soft and lush; she was blessed with shapely hips
She was everything a man could want; with lips just made to kiss.
From the front she was a knockout; from the back was just as good;
And I wished that I could know her; but I doubt I ever would.
It is just another fantasy; in a world of make believe;
That’s what I have to tell myself; every time I leave.
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