Hot and steamy Rising form the black depths The vapor roils and curls Like the curve of your lip You offer that demure smile Causing my heart to race faster Than the liquid in my ceramic cup Swirling around cooling While you’re heating me up With your percolating thoughts About what we could be doing Straight up in the raw Sugar makes it sweet Like the taste of your tongue Tasting me
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