My Brown Beauty

So smooth, like a filtered cream,

My brown is luscious

And inviting.

Take a sit down

And rest your

Feet, troubles and

Toil forgotten she

Beckons me.

Like an icy incline

So sweet I long

For her. In my

Hands I take her

And slow lift her

To meet my

Wet and waiting

Lips. And I drink

Her down. How

She cools my brow My sweet, sweet

Iced tea.