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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2 comments:
in europe that's in a month :)
are you as intrigued by numbers too? I love to watch special hour combinations on the clock or on the kms of the car "oh wow, I just drove 555 kms....so cooool" and stuff like that.
Freaky!!
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