coffeeA Poem by shikhasometimes a brew can tell a lot of stories
i like my men like i like my coffee
sweet, sugary, soft and refreshing. i like substance i like delicacy foamy bits forming up my lips gently caressing them and the exotic aroma, filling up my mind like a breezy haze. but you- were bitter dark strong. a chance of platter you awakened me and made me aware of things so minuscule all around me, alive. and even if i never liked having my coffee dark i wouldn't mind having a sip or two.
© 2018 shikhaAuthor's Note
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