Mocha Maraschino

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Every Friday, it's topless barista
and I'm there like every other
titty lover going through drive-thru
at Witch's Brew. They eye-guzzle
the honeys for free, are cheap, asking
for dollar drip and leaving no tip.

For me, she's a double tall,
extra hot Cherry mocha.

I like her coffee art swirled
in my fluffy foam along with
her other appealing body parts,
all chocolate flavored curvy.

She always gets more then a
coin shake in her coffee can.

Sometimes she says let's go,
add another shot, and we do,
rather ice him up, put some
Chino in our order, a size up
more for later b'cuz we take turns.

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