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Coffee time


There in her kitchen
All the while
As the kettle sang
She would smile
And I'd slip one hand
Around her waist
And with the other
Would gently trace

One sweet breast
Let my fingers
Stroke
And linger
Caress
And tease
And
Try to please

Until
Kettle's steam
Would break
My dream
And Coffee made
I would try
To conceal
The need there in my eye




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