You wake me every morning
with a kiss upon my lips,
you warm me as I hold you
with a kiss upon my lips,
you warm me as I hold you
stimulating finger tips.
Your aroma wakes my senses
any hour of any day,
the pleasure of your company
as I work or rest or play.
To see you hot and steamy
a delight before my eyes,
feel you tingle on my tongue,
your sweetness a surprise.
You fill my every longing
as I drain your final drop,
put down the empty coffee cup,
a shame you have to stop.
Your aroma wakes my senses
any hour of any day,
the pleasure of your company
as I work or rest or play.
To see you hot and steamy
a delight before my eyes,
feel you tingle on my tongue,
your sweetness a surprise.
You fill my every longing
as I drain your final drop,
put down the empty coffee cup,
a shame you have to stop.








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