"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.
"