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By CordovaGirl Date: 2003 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.24.00.54.23877]] |
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Undone in the morning, Sleep through 'til one yearning for an afternoon Amaretto Folgers, and an afternoon fantasy... Covered in you and hazelnut creme colored sheets, Sliding... in-between thoughts of your fingertips sliding... across vanilla-scented creamy skin I call mine as I want you to be called (But I'd use your name in bed) Making me hotter than the water seeping down the filter into french-roasted coffee grounds Turned on to automatic drip as my mind filters into images of your eyes dark brown grounds paralleling the ones currently being tasted by the tongue mentally tasting yours... There is no equal in you yet there is in my cup filling in for the physical sweetness the mind currently savors, but the body craves Never wanting the taste to stop or you nor the image of us enjoying the delicious sweetness of each other... Can't decide which I want more Both good to the last drop stirring my senses to savory boiling points no wonder I need a second cup and another nap |