::: Hot Chocolate :::

To hot to place
my lips
on the rim
powdered, brown cocoa
encircles the mug
leaving traces of you
on my lips,
my moustache,
my goatee,
pieces of your flavor
you like the mix
my tongue relents
I have to blow
sip you slow
sniff your aroma
white, fluffy,
marshmallows
bounce on you
when I add sugar
this is when I
dilute you.

Written by: ~ Robert Gibbons

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