Visionessence: Our Vanilla Latte

Two elements,

One goal,

Two lovers,

One soul:

The sweetness of ardor intrigues my flavor,

That fills me warm with life, enticed me with its savor,

Till I be upon the mercy of aromatic aroma,

That wakes this cold body from the fasting night coma;

Though I be the smooth dark, deep and powerful,

My presence is striking strong yet my height does not tower, though,

I have been told I am looked down upon for my color and presence,

For I am missing but one key ingredient to my essence;

She likes me as I am full strength, and mind,

A unique flavor of thought unlike any other to find,

My deepness has enticed her with wise age and good choice,

And I pour out to her my knowledge with the satisfaction of my voice;

She is smooth, her creamy nature softens my palatable kick,

Where she enjoys the scent of me, others have already fallen sick,

And as we join together she shares gentle caress in smoother swirls,

Her sweet, unique flavor makes her my vanilla girl;

I melt into her graces, I'm softer in her care,

My appeared countenance lightens as I stroke dark fingers through her hair,

For apart are we both too sweet and to strong,

Yet together as one flavor, we couldn't possibly go wrong;

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