My Best Friend Poem 10

I feel you in my mouth

Murky soft

Hint of vanilla

Slight froth

You have become my best friend

I live for our moments together

You pick me up

When I pick you up

You fill me with sweet love

Sip after sip after sip

I have become enslaved by you

You are my truest love

My deepest need

My obsession

You hold my future

In the center of my palm

Do not fail me now

When I need you most

I do so love you

My vanilla roast


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