Vanilla Latte
The taste of vanilla lingers on my lips, long after we kiss,
The flavor of her love, always at the tip of my tongue,
The curvature of her shape flows elegantly,
Her skin feels smooth and velvety as my hands pour over her,
The warm and creamy undertones of her lightly roasted complexion are delightfully beautiful,
She's as light hearted and mild-mannered as blonde espresso,
I drink from her sparingly, consuming her body in sips,
Short, tall, grande, or venti, she's always fulfilling,
and still my craving for her is never quite satisfied,
Having never felt the overmastering effects of love,
I can only imagine how it must feel,
but my thirst for it is so unquenchable,
that I taste it, see it, and feel it, in everything,
even in something as unassuming as this Iced Blonde Vanilla Latte.
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