Oh heavenly, steamy cuppa joe,
I long for you all night, you know.
I crave your touch upon my lips
We can – we must – go on like this.
My thoughts are dull, my will is gone.
You flow within and stir my soul
You wake me up, you make me whole.
For when you’re gone, I start to shake.
I need your dark and soulful vigor
So I can greet my day with rigor.
At home, at work, in that café.
As evening nears, we bid adieu,
And I await my morning brew.
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4 comments:
Ahh, come on. Throw the dog a... ball :)
I speak dog. He's telling you that he doesn't have enough balls.
L'embaras du choix as they say in French
No words necessary. ;-)
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