Thirsty

She gains her composure as if when a latte splashed with vanilla comes to life. Hot on the outside and sweet on the inside. The aroma hovers above naked oxygen, making its way to my nostrils, making my mouth water, making me want her. 

(Dusting off Dreams #68 out of 166k in poem)

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