She Loves Me Hot Like A Coke - That Summer Night, And The Next Morning Poem by Hiroshi Satow

She Loves Me Hot Like A Coke - That Summer Night, And The Next Morning



Grinning, bursting, and killing,
She's loving me hot like a coke.
Drowsy, lifeless, and lukewarm,
She's loving me hot like a coke.

Sunday, May 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
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