Cappacino and Lust
She raised the steaming carton to her pout,
full lips meeting a head of froth
and chocolate
and there go I,
or at least the part of me
that lives between the thighs.
Caffeine and polystyrene
creating thoughts obscene.
When she pulled it away bubbles remained,
a delicate coat on her top lip.
I wanted to kiss it away,
to taste the chocolate
and her breath, but couldn't.
I was with my girlfriend that morning.
poem by David E Golledge
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