**My fondness for the teapot, fresh water clear and bright
cane sugar cubes awaiting my first cup since last night,
this golden stream of nectar to sate and satisfy
a yearning to extinguish, a palate parched and dry,
my cosy cup of sweetness caressed within the hand
an eager nose to savour the fragrance of the brand,
a rich enticing flavour, delightful to the taste
each sip infused with pleasure, yet never drunk in haste.
... ... ...**
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
**My fondness for the teapot, fresh water clear and bright
cane sugar cubes awaiting my first cup since last night,
this golden stream of nectar to sate and satisfy
a yearning to extinguish, a palate parched and dry,
my cosy cup of sweetness caressed within the hand
an eager nose to savour the fragrance of the brand,
a rich enticing flavour, delightful to the taste
each sip infused with pleasure, yet never drunk in haste.
... ... ...**
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