Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Dog Years Jun 2018
As we spoke I could only think of honey
It was in the flow of her velvet hair
The brown nectar in her luscious eyes
It was in her voice
The taste of her sound
Never have I heard a tune so sweet
Soft red-berried tones
Humming through her sugar powdered lips
Pouring sunshine into my empty cup
An elixir fit for the gods
Blessing my mortal soul
My sweet Ambrosia
All that and much more
Dog Years Jun 2018
He said...
I'll replace your mirrors
So whenever you look into me
you'll know
You are beautiful
Dog Years Jun 2018
She is the Desert
Hot, radiant, dangerous
One I dare not cross
Dog Years Feb 2017
If I could read your mind
I wouldn’t.
I'd rather go through the agony
Of not knowing,
Than rob myself from the beauty
of finding out through your
voice.
Dog Years Feb 2017
I'll have a large coffee please.
Give it to me black,
give it to me bitter.
Let the beans do their thing
let the coffee keep it's zing.
No need to make it sweeter,
I want
what most people consider
a one hitter quitter.
Unadulterated,
unaltered,
night colored coffee at it's best.
I want to feel my heart beat out of my chest,­
stay up all night long
with the taste of the earth on the tip of my tongue­
I want  it darker,
I want it bolder.
Flavor stays long,
the coffee bites strong.
Do not **** my coffee
with sugar and spice
or anything nice.
You sweet-toothed zombie.
Haven't you heard?
Truth be told,
when it comes to coffee...
fortune flavors the bold.

— The End —