Three drops, a drop for the Father, one for the Son and one for the Holy Ghost. A Holy Trinity of milk was what was required to bring my coffee to the color of the silky noir of her skin. Delicious.
photo by Hungrybison
Filed under creative writing, poems
Tagged as Beat poets, coffee, outlaw poet, sex
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