Large, two milks, no sugar,
Dearest, you are sweet enough for me!
Its a waiting game,
But I have no patience.
Scald my pink tongue,
And redden my snatching fingers.
O sweet bean!
Swaddled with mother's love,
Cocooned in Colombian groves,
(or so I like to think).
You were probably freeze-dried in Dudley.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
O sweet bean!
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2 comments:
that made me smile and smile.
Me too. Especially "snatching fingers". Childish of me, I know.
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