Always did like my coffee with cream, 
Some brown sugar just makes it complete.

Serve it up baby girl,
Your man needs it piping hot.

No need to be discrete.

You know where I'm coming from 
My tempting sweet
Morning delight.

Your honeyed lips spreading wide,
And your warm, fruity breath
Sighing
And forewarning your kisses to come.

Kisses on my neck,
On my cheek,
Licking my roughness with your 
Pale pink tongue of captivation.

In my lap
Grinding now, grinding,
That way you do.

Your arms tight, pulling me close,
Grinding still, grinding.

You know how I want my coffee, 
A creamy ambrosial taste treat.

You know how I want you girl,
Serve it up now, fresh and steaming.

Put it out there for the man who serves you well.

Spread your honeyed lips
Apart
And feel me.

Your Daddy likes his tasty brown sugar,
And he's ready to serve up the cream.

Dammit girl, you're just burning me up
With your treasured, honeyed, dripping lips
Of lust.

Wrapping your legs tightly, firmly, grinding
More and more,
Begging for bursting completion,
And it comes.

Daddy likes his coffee dark with a touch of cream,
And maybe a jelly roll.
An added, delicate treat.