Found like the memory
Hands held you remember me
I whispered once before
You listened
And counted
Each way I spoke gingerly
Thoughts of you refresh me
Ahhhh quenching and refreshing
Thirsty no more
Words liquefying though each pause
I sip... I sip... then enjoy
The smooth taste of how pure you are
Addicted by the chase
I take my time to desire the natural flavor
You remind me of a reason to savor
The quality motivated by the quantity
As My lifetime supply of
Mocha Mahogany
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