No.36 Uno poemiccino

 

 

Cap…pu..ccino …

He murmured into my hair.

Double shot.

Espresso slid

merrily down my nose..

Cap..pu..ccino…

caressed my neck.

Foamed milk

slid down my shoulders…

Liquid assets pooled.

Equal parts surrounded…

hills and valleys.

Dash of cinnamon..

tickled the rest.

Serve up and surrender…

said a deep voice in our nest.

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