the brewing of coffee
while i still taste the sweet toffee
on my lips that you imprinted.
all the things i’ve said and hinted
don’t amount to your religion;
the poetry you’re living.
darling, please take me home with you.
i’m not begging; only if you
do not mind my blue addiction.
let me be your truest fiction.
i can only sit and wonder
what it’s like to be under
the spell of your kisses.
the simmering pots still misses
you.
Luka.
Luka, that was amazing, you really opened up yourself, gorgeous!
Love the read some more!
Thank you so much! :) You can check out more on my blog; I post daily.
almost like a coffee song. nice one!. following:)
Thank you so much! :) ☕️