sarah d. johnson

My Brown Beauty So smooth, like a filtered cream, My brown is luscious And inviting. Take a sit down And rest your Feet, troubles and Toil forgotten she Beckons me. Like an icy incline So sweet I long For her. In my Hands I take her And slow lift her To meet my Wet and waiting Lips. And I drink Her down. How She cools my brow My sweet, sweet Iced tea.