Not my cup of (cold) tea

Sip - aromatic pleasantries

quiet rendevous with my lips;

consumption.

Condensation scented freedom;

sensual exhilaration -

overload.

II.

Cold tea - reminiscent moments

disregarded cup, particles -

settling.

I sighed, resigned myself sadly

and I thought, 'Not my cup of tea.'

so I left.

Author notes

In response to your eight-eight-three, It's definitely not my cup of tea.

Original prompt: I don't need honey in my tea. You are my honey. Started with that, and ended with this.

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2 of 13 Challenges [Invite Only]. by Naridill. 650 points, ended February 27, 16 entries
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Naridill
February 26

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'consumation'

Four syllables to my count. Apart from that - I like where you took this - inspiration from what you are not inspired by. Nicely done.

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