I wish
I was your
lucky coffee mug
so that I could kiss
your succulent lips, and
make you feel my warmth.
Each time, in the earliest
rush of the mornings;
and every night you
feel the coldness,
my darling. I
wish I was
there.
— ibcn
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
I wish
I was your
lucky coffee mug
so that I could kiss
your succulent lips, and
make you feel my warmth.
Each time, in the earliest
rush of the mornings;
and every night you
feel the coldness,
my darling. I
wish I was
there.
— ibcn
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