The leftover smell of leather comes to life
In the company of fragrant coffee beans
Those wavy vapors that dance straight to my mind
She smells so overwhelming and dark
The way she sips her morning coffee
reminds me of last night
The exhilarating constraints around my neck
her each command sends me
to the edge of eruption
Her surprising relaxed composure
leaves satisfying aftertaste
Such delight I, for sure come back for more

My dear friend! I hope you enjoy the post about the Puking Peasant Inn. If there is anything you find offensive or in poor taste, I will gladly fix it. Congratulations and thank you for singing at the Puking Peasant Inn!
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Just posted =)
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Way cool!
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Love the “wavy vapors that dance straight to my mind” Great poem!
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Thank you! 😊
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