When the sun rose, spreading it's rays
Through the sleeping curtain,
She gently caressed his ravishing face,
Along with the slow summer breeze,
She began working on her favourite trick,
With the night's sheet, wrapping her naked body,
She stood there,
Stirring the hot milk and coffee,
Knowing very well about how the smell of sweet coffee,
Tickles his nose and his morning hormones,
The very next warm second,
She felt his slender fingers dancing on her bare neck,
She knew she couldn't resist his gentle touch,
She knew he couldn't resist her tender skin,
Still, with the Queen spoon,
She continued stirring the creamy coffee,
Slower than before,
With her eyes closed,
And her mouth ; sighing,
He lowered his face against her back,
The freckles on her back were the shining stars,
That he admired,
He let out his warm breath on her skinny back,
And began writing Poetries with his wet tongue,
On her freckled shiny skin,
She was driven away with his sweet temptation,
Her hands got lost with what all what her soul felt,
She dropped the spoon and spilled the milky coffee,
All over the slab,
It spilled,
Spread
Dripped,
All over,
And in that little ocean of coffee,
He carried her and laid her there,
Along with the night's sheet,
Turning summer white into coffee brown,
And they made the sweetest love,
All that morning,
Leaving the slab with stains of coffee,
Marked as their favourite sign of love.
POETRY. LI
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