Mocha
an independent streak
caramel brown
she leaves me weak
creamy mocha
she excites me with her prescence
a moody persona that seems to only show me highs
I crave her thighs
sipping wine over dinner by moonlight
is how we spend some nights
and I think of only the moment
living in the second
the future beckons
but my mind only focuses on the now.
I think that I think to much
With her I've reassessed
exactly what brings me happiness
it's the way we do the little things
the shade between summer and spring
increments despite
best efforts to remain aloof
clinging to those cards
close to the vest as if our souls would be played
Mocha
caramel brown
the imagination.
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