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
Later
© 2010 TTBoy
