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There’s coffee here for two girlfriend

that spinster cube already expired

sugar is still flowing in those rosy, red cheeks

he’s a cold little sip without your steam


those younger women with firm, perky breasts

haven’t the match to burn down the house

he’s a wanderer traveling the plains

hardly the builder to feel the blaze


stir that sexiness in your cup

time isn’t crumbled by this quake

those pieces aren’t from your worth darlin

damn heart just let the wrong one in


take that pain like sugar and cream

dissolve it in confidence

all you had to give is still worth giving

with an equal who loves the fine art of living



© Tammy Mezera 2016