Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: poem
The Coffee Lover
Sitting by the window, kissing the sun
Messy hair in a bun and a mug in hand
She finds the aroma of the coffee so enticing
The way she loves the smell of the new book she’s reading,
Underneath her white oversize shirt,
She touches herself as it aches to be hurt
Until her juice comes out her cage,
And contentedly turns the last page.
Tik tok … Tik tok …
She’s no longer being governed by clock
That idle hours makes her reminisce
Random moments of anger, fear and bliss,
There’s a tug of war within, guess she’s made at ego factory
But into the empty air she whispers her apology,
Crossing her fingers that her “sorry” will reach him eventually,
As she sighs and closes her eyes melancholy.
Pain, pain go away,
Leave this heart just for today,
Grant this soul a break, I pray.
“I love you…” He whispered. It’s genuine, I felt it.
With his fingers intertwined with mine and the tears in his eyes,
I can tell it was real.
He pulled me closer to his chest and kissed me on... Read More