Black Coffee
Posted on August 11, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
13 Comments
essence of robust black coffee
with the wine’s lavender syrah
eyes closed, yearning for another taste of him.
her breath upon unshaven cheek
butterfly kisses fluttering male skin
while she teases his starving lips
with hints of what she will do to him.
her naked flesh in pale moonlight
shimmering and glistening, slick
she trips, stumbling on the brink
drowning with the feel of him.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Good golly, woman. This made me drippy. 🙂
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Haha! Thank you!
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Hell, made me drippy too! Great lines and imagery in this Linda. ☺❤
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😆 thank you Walt! 😊❤️
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You are so welcome! ☺💜
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that taste of coffee on familiar lips is very arousing. I love your poem Linda, makes me feel so warm and mushy!
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Thanks much Gina. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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Was this inspired by my coffee breath?
Ah, Linda, this was pretty hot like a cup of fresh Joe.
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Thank you Andrew. There’s been a great response to it. Love makes the world go round!
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Yes, even when you fall flat on your face, it continues spinning.
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Indeed it does.
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