For coffee
Standing in the line
Hearing was the fun
Came and passed one, two friends
For counter I was second
One man came with his cup
Talked to man in the front
"It is black! Black! Black! "
It was trick, had reference
To a black Aphrodite
Best body, look was fine
Men are men and have eyes
Regardless; age and job
For skin they have lust.
Like the birds in morning
Inspired, needing love
They raised heads in the air
Three males, one female
To have her, there was race.
Writing poem is all sense
To see birds, to observe
In the line for coffee
On the road, driving...
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