My Hot Black Love, Or, Ode To Java Poem by Lori Boulard
My Hot Black Love, Or, Ode To Java
HIS name? Please. What man
among us lives solely for
the touch of your lips
and the “mmmm” that oozes
only if he’s really good?
No, my love is ready for me
hot
on demand,
waiting patiently for my
attention
Soothing every injury
Smoothing every edge
Offering clarity in a blurred existence
Inspiring me to face my fortune
or frivolity
Mi amor, unlike mi men, judges not
the words of my lips,
travels impeccably well,
and sets my heart’s pace each
and every morning.
He is?
Columbian Blend
and he’s calling my name.
I just had to keep reading, wondering where you were going with this one. It's a 'Gotcha' poem and very well done. Raynette
Excellent, Lori! You had me going there for a minute... and I wholeheartedly agree. Can't even get my contacts in until I've had my two cups. I loved it! Warmest regards, CJ
Now this is a refreshingly varied start to the day Lori. Very nice work. 10 from me. All the best Tai
I have enjoyed immensekly your beautiful poem about your love
WOW! Columbian Blend, powerfully mend! 5 Stars full for this so passionate, so romantic touching love poem, dear Lori Congratulations being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team
Ohhh yeah, I'm with you on this one. I am completely unable to function without it in the a.m. The one love that never disappoints. Don
I am reading this while sipping a cup of Colombian blend - nature's most perfect food.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Lori...very good. I've been had and it feels good.