Temptation Tea Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

Temptation Tea



Two cups of tea
Sit infront of me
Steamy milky aroma
Inticing, ushuring me
Drink me, they whisper
So I do
and then they're gone
and I smell of milk.

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Frances M

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Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
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