May 2013
Steam rises from my cup filled to the brim
My finger lazily traces the rim
I take a sip
And burn my lips
Wishing you were here
To kiss them better my dear
My finger lazily traces the rim
I take a sip
And burn my lips
Wishing you were here
To kiss them better my dear
(Denver CO, USA)
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