She is My cream nicotine The Surging through our blues The fluidity of divinity Juxtapose Whoever said love was easy…
Yeah 'Ol Chap, they Sure had it right, Because no man or lady can ever Subtract Once their hue has mixed it can never go back. 2 Whipped Cream and Other Delights.
And why would you? The dregs are bitter, The milk too sweet. If you water it down then All flavor retreats
Life is just better off Bitter-Sweet, Cream never asks coffee On how it should mix Why do we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?
The intrusion is dilution of the Makers choice Through imperfection comes the lesson Learned perception with each sip
The air red dried truth The Words stuck to the lips Tasters Digest the last drink drips Yet I question why I am so subject to infusion Her meaningful quips Why we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?
Still I question why I am so subject to the infusion of Her Dips Sometimes I call it Love Sometimes I call it Quits For You My Dear
Let's Cheers Another Grip of Seared Buds and Belly Aches and Lactose Licorice So Pour Another! while the Argument still in Air and While Dilutions of gratification Grind into Frothy Despair
Final Stanza redacted for more of a cream and grit flavor: "While My **** and Meatballs Crow in the Cupboard."