#mocha
My cuddly little mini-me
Only pup who's flaws I cannot see
Cutest animal on which I've set eyes
Holds my heart where furry head lies
And best friends we forever will be
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
Like a purple gem
Found deep within the Earths dark layers
Smooth as sandstone beneath rivers running
Warm as blackened pavement beneath summers sun
So this drink is to me
Most teasing of every sense and self
Which is why this cup cannot be
Most tasteful or worth
She made for me
The Best Raspberry Mocha On Earth
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
Yellow light peaking through,
I get to wake up and look at you.
We turn to each other and cuddle close,
nose to nose.
Lines of light strike your eyes...
I can no longer breathe.
Deep brown pools of chocolate,
I wander into your forest eyes and can't find my way out,
I'm lost.
They turn to coffee and then you are there,
standing in the kitchen, no clothes yet,
asking if I need cream for the coffee you made me.
You are coffee.
Strong.
Smooth.
Energy.
Warm.
I need you every morning.
It's hard to live without you.
Wait, not too much cream!
It needs to resemble your eyes.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
You have been my closest friend from the day you were born
Back when you were just a tiny puppy
I promise to always protect and provide
As much love as you have given me
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
began with the end of your sentence
the dredges at the bottom of the mocha
fool yourself into thinking
you are not running on less than nothing
accept it doesn’t make sense
read the symbols you find
at the bottom of your reservoir
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
I swirled in a ocean of brown.
Venting in steam.
My drown overlapped by current
On top of current.
I swirled around and around,
swimming in sugary spec.
I once dreamed of dry land.
Loosing my footing on the edge of a spoon.
The top of a pink packet torn off.
Sprinkled on my head.
There was no sense in fighting.
One single serving brewed.
It was exciting to feel myself swirl,
All I'd ever know.
around and around.
All I'd ever know.
The more I drunk the more evident it became.
The here after in addiction.
Sweet in taste.
My skin dipped in heart of something so delicious.
I swirled around in an ocean of brown.
Her eyes.
Never once did it occur that I couldn't gulp them.
I still tried.
Lost forever in Mocha flavored aroma
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
It was always that Peppermint White Mocha.
It's so funny that a simple drink... one that I choose every single time.
A drink my friends and I have turned into a small inside joke.
A drink that tastes like Christmas ( which you know I hated) and Joy ( but i was always too pessimistic right?).
A drink that no matter the weather I still choose that one single drink.
Don't get me wrong, I've tested other flavors.
I've tried it iced.
I've tried it blended.
I've tried it at a local coffee shop in every city I go too.
But nothing compares to the original.
Funny how this started with you.
Are we even talking about the drink anymore?
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Lukewarm mugs of
Mocha
On papery thin
Napkins.
Warm cubes of
Sunshine
On honey wooden
Tables.
I swear my coffee
Never goes cold.
But this morning I found
You gone.
And there was a
Gray sky on the
Honey wooden table.
Only one cup of
Black coffee on a
Single stained napkin.
Because not just the coffee
No, the whole
Scene
Had gone cold.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
It was a quiet afternoon of reminiscing
Nostalgia lingered in the sunlit air
intermingling with the sweet aroma of coffee
as I sipped and leaned back in my chair
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He walked up to me as I sat by the window
I waited to see what he wanted to say
“Your skin is the color of my mocha’, he smiled.
‘Just a notch deeper than your café au lait.’
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With his jet black hair and Mediterranean eyes
And a physique worthy of a prize winning stallion
His confident air and his subtle smirk
He had to be greek, or maybe a charming Italian
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Long hair in a messy bun that didn’t care
jeans ripped in strategic places
His gaze never left my quizzical eyes
obscuring everyone else’s faces
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He waited for me to respond
mere seconds since his saunter
Forever engraving in my mind,
This coffee shop encounter…
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC