Feather trailing down the throat Neck—either warm or cold Feel the slightest touch and smile Let it dance here, play the lyre Bliss Sniff the romance in the air Dark, ground gems dissolving The scent—ever mesmerizing I’ve been taken up to where? Mist The enchantment reached my eyes Drips of scenes I have watched LeavingContinue reading “Coffee”
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