Pressing charge, unplugging the worth you have in my heart, Wicked, and deceitful,—would I seem saying, "I love you with all my heart"
What haven't I loved long before you, I've loved another; or rather a better taste of you. Cloying; to a degree of natural ecstasy. Scented ravenousness, so sweet by the first brim of open lips connected.
I've had an affair with her, over the plain; that seemed to be what we once had. But still I could never start my day firstly without a hint of you; yearning yourself down throat.
Enkindled by you both; though as the latter proved herself, only in the first few times. My bladder full to breaking point of a glutted water balloon; hanging on a thin string.
The effect she had on me...
The effect of when I picked a latte coffee over my traditional black brew.
Lost in a low-level latte The art of pain got me feeling to stay Scars knocked my bones in every way Like I have no reason to choking my lungs with air this day But time-boom still a game that I have to play
People have a lot in common with coffee Some of us are sweeter than others Some of us taste of spice Some of us are black Some of us are brown Some have too much milk and turn out white Some of us are cheap Some of us are not Some of us are free Some of us are not We all came from different places We all have different names Americano, cappuccino, caramel latte But as we all gather in this coffee shop Only one thing is true Coffee is coffee What you make yourself is up to you
sculpt you in the palm of my hand chisel your most fragile features until i feel your raw coarse frame let your hair dangle until is grazes my ever so nourishing skin that aroma...ahh the aroma of fresh cappuccino hinted with a vanilla scent you look gorgeous in that mahogany tinted outfit...fits you splendidly (splenda) your heating up . skin must not like the material. remember when you said you lost my favorite pair of jeans at the dry cleaners?
anyways my scolding coffee looks better on you than still in my cup.
Half calf with a twist As the line stands Thinking she is a superimposed ***** Foregoing on
Barista Waist like an elastic band Hair waving hello in it’s pinkness Homeless man coming in Screaming Obscenities Something about Romans and Euripides As if in a round about Circle the store like a hovered cloud Then out again
The rocker dude sipping his tea The older man in the corner Who constantly leaves Wandering where one can’t see Trailing behind his laptop and keys Somewhere in this madness loop Latte’s and Macchiato's brew And I With a child's flair Take it all in, while I throw back my hair
mornings brew a coffee-colored universe: milky way of latte mixes, spiral galaxies whirl on the caffeine-intoxicated mug ground beans fell like the Geminid showers, the aroma danced with rising planets, and swirling reverse black hole of sweet bitterness lets you taste warmth and satisfaction.
like a shot of caffé espresso, i would never think twice drinking: though it scorches the mouth i'll take the stellar influx, just give you the taste of heaven that the cosmic dreams only had.
— to that mug in universe's album art, thank you for inspiring me at three a.m.