I like my men how I like my coffee…

Six foot one. Dark skinned. Beard? Long.

Intellectual conversations. White smile. Head game? Strong.

I never had a type. But, now I definitely do.

When we first met, I didn’t think it was you.

I may be ‘corny’ writing love poems in books,

But this is where I hide whenever I feel ‘shook’.

My heart is still closed but my arms are wide open,

while your body is between my thighs strokin’.

Nice guys finish last and you were never first.

Couldn’t even tell by the way I ripped that shirt…

In the morning? Coffee, no sugar, no cream.

Careful not to hurt yourself playing with the steam.

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s