It was one summer morning
that I found myself
half-awake, hung-over
on the floor.
My lover have left me
half-naked, half-baked.
He took my black *****
and brewed himself a
fresh batch of Arabica;
a teaspoon of sugar,
two for cream.
He left my mug
with coffee stains
from his lips.
I licked it off.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
It was one summer morning
that I found myself
half-awake, hung-over
on the floor.
My lover have left me
half-naked, half-baked.
He took my black *****
and brewed himself a
fresh batch of Arabica;
a teaspoon of sugar,
two for cream.
He left my mug
with coffee stains
from his lips.
I licked it off.
