rich dark chocolate

every thought
before my head hits the pillow
dreams of a fresh-brewed cup of coffee
with mint dark chocolate
a latte of whipped cream
sprinkled with desire
early morning vibrations
rumbling and swimming
in a mug of moxie.

A sexy sight
watch the cup
search the lips
words spilling into the dark
written in ginger
smell of cinnamon fog
wrapped around
until desire dissipates.

Poetry

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