You are strong.
You are black.
But I would love you if you were tan.
You make my nerves come alive.
I can't sleep at night because of you.
When I leave the house, I think about you.
How can I get to you? Where can I find you?
When visitors come,
I hope that they bring you along.
I don't want to love you.
You are not good for me.
I have tried others like you,
but there is no substitute.
you are coffee, and you are mine.
Hahahaha! Love your poem, E!
ReplyDeleteRoman and you should go to CA (Coffee Anonymous)
ReplyDeleteThat's some strong coffee love there.
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