Coke H.E.R. Cola
Her Shape forms perfect
Fertility!
The curves of her Flow
Beguiles Me!
Coke Her Cola
I warm her Coal
At the Root of her Stove
Heating the Drink
To Quench My Thirst
I...I, Coke Her Cola
Her Hour Glass
Tells Our Time
She Screams Out
Father Time!
I..I, Coke Her Cola
I became immortalized
In the Conception of her Complexion
She wears me each night like a
Face Mask!
I drink once, the taste lasts!
As I lick the Cup, Bottom of the Glass!
A Kiss to the Forehead Sealed
Down Upon her Lips
I've..I've, Coke her Cola
-GARR (Guardiaan Angel Renaissance Rivers)
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Guardiaan Angel Renaissance Rivers
Just an ancient soul writing life. -IVPDheG
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