I like milk tea
like I like my men
Oolong—
deeply rooted in
his beliefs, strong,
slightly bitter— rarely
compromising
Milk and sugar—
delicate, able to bend
rules without losing
integrity, sweet yet
lasting, like the
aftertaste I’ve
grown to love
Cold—
ice cold, only to
complement the
warmth I’ve been
saving for a lone soul
Pearls—
sinkers to my tea,
unflavored yet unyielding.
the anchor of any man
willing to stay with me—
this I have yet to see.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
I like milk tea
like I like my men
Oolong—
deeply rooted in
his beliefs, strong,
slightly bitter— rarely
compromising
Milk and sugar—
delicate, able to bend
rules without losing
integrity, sweet yet
lasting, like the
aftertaste I’ve
grown to love
Cold—
ice cold, only to
complement the
warmth I’ve been
saving for a lone soul
Pearls—
sinkers to my tea,
unflavored yet unyielding.
the anchor of any man
willing to stay with me—
this I have yet to see.
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