Of Fine Porcelain and Ceramic Mug
Like fine Porcelain she is to me
Delicate and fragile, my heartfelt plea
Though we are more like coffee mug
Ceramic at best, well mannered thug
Class act, refined, she'd pour her love
Into this mug, me someone would think less of
Filling my need to pour again
My love back to her cup, God send
Her warm contents now fill my brim
My bliss her kiss once such a sin
Eluded me for years but now
She is all mine as time allowed
For fine Porcelain to know of one
Ceramic mug now loved someone
I'll drink of her and her of me
Coffee her blend, My, cup of Tea
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