The Coffee Days
I was your coffee girl, with a caramel twistas winding in my curls, we entwined
wined, dined, star watching at night.
I opened up the shutters, painted green
took in the ochre of a dawn sky
and lying I lay beside you
breathing kisses, vapour breath
of cold and icy morns.
You were my toffee and spice
and all that was nice and not
bubbling saucepans in a hot flushed kitchen
catching kisses in the palms of our hands
and grinding them, winding them
losing ourselves
You in the gloaming
on a night filled with twi.
I was your coffee and you my soft centre
hazelnut, pecan and walnut delight.
Café au lait and a barista's twirl
I danced, we gyrated, all so x-rated
in the dream of it all,
I awoke in night,
the sky was pitch black
and the only indent, was the scar on my heart
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-01-17 at 19:18
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