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Coffee

With skin the color of coffee what I wouldn't   
give to have a cup of her. 
Putting my lips to hers taking long slow sips  
Warming my insides.    
Her fragrance is like freshly brewed aromatherapy healing my soul.  
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
Written by edward (The Poetic Philosopher)
Published | Edited 29th Aug 2014
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