saturday, 8am
a hot cup of medium strong
French Roast
inspires me to swoon
i hum a little melody
for the touch of Amaretto I stir in slowly
warmth births a nostalgic moment
when I merely wanted you
and you had no idea of my existence
I've spent years fantasizing
this moment/alone i sit
with these thoughts/contemplate these
dreams/and introspect
how divine i believed you to be
you and i
to be
then you called
that one night
and things been fucked up since
only
i hadn't realized til this morning
against the dark sweetness
of my medium strength
French Roast
the fresh aroma clouding me
like my enchantment for your
old black magic
my throat enjoys this nectars smooth ride
laced with my deep desire
to free you
(now go)
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