Impromptu
just saying
chianti
makes me
sound
so
Italian
but instead
of
buongiorno
my morning
is
buenos dias
wine
replaced by
her
Colombian
coffee colored
eyes
i gave up
caffeine
but will
gladly drink
her cream
and my wine
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