Murdered in Coffee


Murdered in Coffee

A Poem
by TTBoy

Fresh, steamed

aromatic perfume engulfed my nostrils

early morning after another

wet dream

Laying there

with my best side exposed

unable to catch the moistness

that held me so tightly and feverishly

The swirl of French Roast invaded my senses

above the juices that dried on my face

last evening

And when you entered with my favorite mug

A full-grown baby everywhere

the pleasure intensified

You and I both stood at attention

You know how I love my cream on the side

and that I put the sugar in


© 2010 TTBoy


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