Mocha Frap |
by Deirdre Golson |
Creamy, brown, silky, smooth; slides over my tongue tastes the sweetness trapped between my eyes close in ecstasy rocks my core explodes in orgasmic moans escape my tender lips part to drink in all the flavor of mocha frap; in a bottle from the corner store isn't too far for me to get another rush to lick the last drop before it drips down my chin is sticky with its sweetness_ |