Jazz Coffee and Sex

He smelled the coffee aroma off of her skin
That dark roast that made his head spin
Pungent like her tongue, rich like her soul
Smooth like her melanin from head to toe
Her moans and his in perfect harmony
Their bodies created that sensual choreography
Blended with the Jazz music that was playing
It was a flawless, it was magic fucking soundtrack in the making
Her eyes spoke the words she couldn’t say
This caffeine addiction it was here to stay
His hands kept telling her that she was safe
But they both knew there was no escape
It is what it is and it ends in an hour
The drums and the piano and the bass guitar
The empty cups, the sheets and this unbreakable hex
It is what it it, jazz coffee and sex

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