Brewing.
Steeping.
The leaves of the crunchy,
Dry,
Oolong tea.
The chocolatey aroma…
So intoxicating
Like a psychedelic dream.
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.
The girl was ready
To savor the
Lovely drink.
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,
Before continuing to
Finish
Her ravishing tea.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Brewing.
Steeping.
The leaves of the crunchy,
Dry,
Oolong tea.
The chocolatey aroma…
So intoxicating
Like a psychedelic dream.
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.
The girl was ready
To savor the
Lovely drink.
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,
Before continuing to
Finish
Her ravishing tea.
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