Sultry, tanned, and oh so hot. She knows I love blue and no one wears it like my little javaita. We meet in the mornings usually. A discreet rendezvous often overlooked these days by the ever growing crowds of tourons. (reverse and look it up). They hardly notice the intimate dance....all cream and sugar until we stir and finally are one....only to realize it only will last so long. Leaving us cold and empty...longing for tomorrow and a new cup of warmth. To the barista par excellence.... GL. and the Milagranestas. Until tomorrow.
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