Secrets spilled over
cups of joe, black
two lumps of sweetness
to wash down bitterness.
Rather a tumble
rolling in the hay
sinking furthur down
without much to say.
Love spoken out
into night, pitch black
smattering of stars
to light moonlit escapades.
Long for one night
a kiss, a lay
keep aloof
emotion condemns.
Anything but attatchment
souls bared blasphemy
instead sex suffices
to keep him away.
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Submission Name: Two Cups Of Joe
