A little cafe romance,
Almost out of sight.
They sit in the corner,
All through the cool night.
The air is whipped,
With jazz and spiced java.
That runs down their throats,
Like a peppered espresso lava,
That heats up their cheeks,
She bites her coffee stained lip,
She's practically begging,
For just another sip.
The expressive bongos,
Make him tap his feet.
He's in his element,
He owns the beat.
But she owns the rhymes,
With her way of words she
Whispers for him to give her,
What she deserves.
He kisses her lightly,
And airy like whipped cream,
He pulls away and smiles,
She looks down and gleams.
Oh those young kids,
Discovered love is sweet,
As they live in their own world,
In cafe on the corner of the street.
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Submission Name: Coffee Stained Lips
