Black Coffee by LoversInterlude

Black coffee, that serenades me in the morning,

roasted in the worb, delicious like Hershey kisses.

He is my Nubian prince and I soon to be his Nubian Queen.

He is in contrast to me cuss I like my coffee with cream.

I am sweet to him, no sweeteners needed. All natural.

Sugar cane can’t compete. He is also sweet.

Like the seeds from the cocoa tree.

So sweet to me I have developed a cavity.

So sweet he has spoiled me. And I love it and he knows it.

Because he is my black coffee, caffeinating me.

Sending me energy that I use to love him.

He knows I need my daily supply of coffee.

Or I can be a bit cranky. He gives me stability.

I take a sip of him and he warms me to my core.

Delighting all of my senses.

He is free of charge but I pay him mind.

Because he is midnight fine. My shadow.

He stays close behind. Never skips a beat.

My Black Coffee is everything I need.

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