Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Cups of Seduction

Cup of Coffee by Tilen Hrovatic

Instinct guides me to him every morning, 
A bleary-eyed woman half in dream time.  
He greets me with a steamy caress 
And I lose myself in his depths, 
His aroma enticing me 
To indulge one more time, 
Warming my aging bones 
Strengthening my sanity, 
Bringing me back to life 
One sip at a time.  

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