Once a week, I touch your lips,
A longing deep in tender sips.
I stir your heart with quiet grace,
A lover's breath, a soft embrace.
In shadows where the dawn is born,
I form in silence, calm and warm.
Neither bitter, nor too sweet,
But in my depths, our hearts shall meet.
Like moonlit clouds, I rise, I fall,
A fleeting dream that fills your soul.
Each Saturday, I softly call,
To wake the fire, to soothe it all.
What am I, this fleeting bliss,
A fragrant, frothy, whispered kiss?
A love that lingers, never gone,
In every cup, I carry on.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 2:02 AM UTC
Once a week, I touch your lips,
A longing deep in tender sips.
I stir your heart with quiet grace,
A lover's breath, a soft embrace.
In shadows where the dawn is born,
I form in silence, calm and warm.
Neither bitter, nor too sweet,
But in my depths, our hearts shall meet.
Like moonlit clouds, I rise, I fall,
A fleeting dream that fills your soul.
Each Saturday, I softly call,
To wake the fire, to soothe it all.
What am I, this fleeting bliss,
A fragrant, frothy, whispered kiss?
A love that lingers, never gone,
In every cup, I carry on.
Whispers in the Foam 21/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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