Lovers A.M. Coffee Poem by Chuy Amante
Lovers A.M. Coffee
I see sun it must be now,
my gorgeous feet will start to prowl
When the pillow turns off its strong attraction,
I'll be seeking intently diurnal satisfaction
The kitchen calls, it's a little pot,
not to smoke, but to make water hot
Toss in burned beans, from the Andes or Haiti?
Mix amorously, for delivery to my lady
ONE cup, one bed, after lip to lip,
we enjoy each other, sip after sip
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