Coffee

Posted: April 21, 2015 in poems, poetry
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4 A.M. and counting
the clock is pacing the coffee pot’s growl
and the darkness outside matches the aroma
the dark smell of the brew
I need none of that cream and sugar, Baby.
I drink mine commando
and Hot, too hot for the lips
Let it steam for a while before I drink
Take the time to smell the brew
Slow, slow down
It takes patience in my house
This wake up and get up juice
and steaming cup of foreplay..

DSS

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Comments
  1. HA! I love this poem…it ignites my senses! I can smell and taste the coffee, I can hear the quiet of the early morning, and I can even see the sun rise! 🙂
    “Commando” and “steaming cup of foreplay”…perfection! 🙂
    I assume you drink your coffee “leaded”! 😉
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  2. COFFEE– come to me my love 🙂

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  3. It’s how you hold the java, drink her in, it’s the tasting- it’s the lips, the steamy, creamy pour over the tongue, the heat, the satisfied swallow and the asking for more…

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