Sweet Tea

I met a girl the other day.

She was such a teas.

I was lost in the swing of her rose hips

And the bend of her chai knees.
She was sweet as a strawberry zinger.

Her hair was as black as Earl Grey.

She raised one lump or two in my heart

And she steeped in my thoughts all day.
And tonight I will drink in her presence

And maybe protect her from thieves.

If all goes well, we’ll have English Breakfast.

I read it in the leaves.


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