You smelled spicy like a tornado
of curry powder lightly brushing
upon the ground,
I asked for your name,
You said, "Francesca" with a little wink
OH, how my heart melted with
every little syllable that spilled
from your tender mouth,
Francesca, you spicy feline,
you stole my courage
straight from my spine
when you asked me if I
wanted foam on my Mocha-Frappacino,
Hell, I don't even know
what exactly a Mocha-Frappacino is
So with my last lovelorn breath
I said, "Sure, why not?"
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