Tuesday, April 11, 2017

My Coffee

Two steaming cups of tempting brew; one for me and one for you. At a cozy little table made for two. His words are better than the most potent dosages of caffeine. I can drink him in bitter, I can sometimes have him sweet. But he needs no additives.

Never had I imagined falling in love with such a mature man. And his maturity is the best part, it would always calm down the storms, especially for me, who is afraid even just for a little rain. 

He's so much like a fresh cup of coffee in the morning. First thing in the morning.
I am shattered, tired of every dreadful activities, too much exhaustion, too complicated minds.
But if my day begins with him, I know no future endeavors can challenge me.


He’s so much like a fresh cup of coffee in the morning. To have his kisses whenever I’d like, to always hold my cold hands tight. He will calm me down when I come undone.

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