Monday, March 24, 2008

Redhead Coffee Girl in Fall

Freckles
From her face
Which have sprinkled down
To top her creamy shoulders
Like nutmeg on eggnog
That I wish she was making for me
Oh, to sip from that cup
As if her spiced pumpkin hair
Began to drip little drops
I see them on her collar bones
And imagine them on her chest, between her breasts
Where they just might taste like real cinnamon
Camouflaged before they fade away
To the milky skin of her stomach and hips
But spiced once again are her drinkable thighs and-
Before I can taste that sweet syrup
I need to stop,
and just sip
The most delicious thing
Starbucks ever had