Brewing.
Steeping.
The leaves of the crunchy,
Dry,
Oolong tea.
He wanted the girl to love it.
As much as he did.
The chocolatey aroma.
Taste.
Smell.
All to be enjoyed by the girl.
He was excited for her to savor it.
Auburn orange.
Amber yellow.
How these colors swirl within the tea cup.
Dipping a spoon in to twirl it.
Left.
Right.
Counterclockwise.
At last, the tea was ready.
Cool.
Not too hot.
Not too cold.
Just right, like porridge.
Ready to be tasted by the girl.
He presented it to her.
She took the tea cup.
In her delicate hands.
Tipped it to her chapped lips.
The warm liquid
Glided.
Smoothly.
In her mouth.
Down her throat.
Her tongue, wanting more.
She smiled at the boy.
Before continuing to
Ravish her tea.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Brewing.
Steeping.
The leaves of the crunchy,
Dry,
Oolong tea.
He wanted the girl to love it.
As much as he did.
The chocolatey aroma.
Taste.
Smell.
All to be enjoyed by the girl.
He was excited for her to savor it.
Auburn orange.
Amber yellow.
How these colors swirl within the tea cup.
Dipping a spoon in to twirl it.
Left.
Right.
Counterclockwise.
At last, the tea was ready.
Cool.
Not too hot.
Not too cold.
Just right, like porridge.
Ready to be tasted by the girl.
He presented it to her.
She took the tea cup.
In her delicate hands.
Tipped it to her chapped lips.
The warm liquid
Glided.
Smoothly.
In her mouth.
Down her throat.
Her tongue, wanting more.
She smiled at the boy.
Before continuing to
Ravish her tea.
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