DECEMBER SIP

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 Lips like a chattering box,
stick on & off to you my fanta cup…
Kissing each sip with the  
steaming hotness & the december kick….
Fresh flush from Green
Valleys springs up your evergreen talks, …
Fermented bromides and  
calculated caffeine arousing all my needs,
Lost in my cup of Orthodox
brew, my stray mind searching you..
Sweet paradox it is, as
 your deep-set eyes & mind are ever on me…
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