I like my woman like my coffee
Strong and black, short or tall
Some sweetened, others need none
Latte or mocha, jiving with java
Each day another flavour to sample
Decadent driving desire to drink
The aroma of woman and coffee heady
Blended roast with sensual musky scent
Nostrils flared, sipping and slurping
Tongue licking lip at the full cream
Downing the contents from her hot cup
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