Sex sells so please read with an open mind. A poem inspired by that which inspired gods to make man and for man to make words to praise gods that made man.
Arabica’or-robusta
She asked me,
– “How do you like yours man?”
I like mine black.
Black.
Complex.
Delicate.
None of that milky. White. Shit.
Short.
Tall.
Regular.
Full bodied.
Intoxicate awake senses.
Sunny day,
Rainy day,
Cold day,
Any day.
Give me one –
to keep me up all night.
But I don’t mind two –
to wake me up in the mornin’.
Night in a vessel.
Dark.
Tannin. Melanin.
Bold.
Delicate.
From a flower –
like a flower,
Bitter? Yes.
Sweet? Without question.
-“Ready.”
Come to me
I feel your heat in my hand
Sip your body.
Taste. Wet.
Bitter and sweet. Tannin.
Breathe you in.
Tease the senses.
In my hand.
Carnal – I. Need. You.
A taste.
You in my mouth
A sip from the lip
warm aqueous dark.
No. Milky. White. Shit.
In my mouth.
Heaven.
In. My. Mouth.
Acquired taste.
Black juice.
Tannin spill.
Melanin resi-due.
Libation due.
Offer pray’r.
Stay strong,
my black,
Coffee.
-by Hans Lee
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