Good Morning My Love
For I have missed you as nightfall misses tomorrow
But here we are now cuddling in the rays of the rising sun
How pleasurable
How beautiful is it to smell and touch your coffee tainted hair
I love how the stream of the sunlight hits your hair making it hazel rather than dark brown.
Which can be disgusting at times but I still love it.
Have I told you I love you with my immature heart?
Not verbally have I told you of my attraction
But physically I have given you everything an idle teenager could give one when the sun is raising.
I have sacrificed my well being to taste your milk breast
Yes, your milk breasts are divine
I have offered my mouth as you burn my taste buds with your tempered love
Its pain
But it is all worth it to me
Because I love how you make me hot when I am cold standing before you on the kitchen floor
I love how every morning I see, touch, taste, and hear you
To describe our early interactions
It is like morning sex
Because we’re both ice cold yet when we are done was are as hot as the risen sun
Because our morning sex is the best
Because you wake me up with such forbidden energy
Forbidden energy that wakes my for my long day being apart from you
And after I come home I ignore you as if you do not exist and we haven’t had early weekly morning sex that was sealed by a hot kiss.
Nightfall comes again my love but I miss you as nightfall misses tomorrow
No worries I will be cold again and standing before you like a love fool
Tomorrow morning I will
This is my first verbal confession to you
So listen my love, as I am an immature caffeine dependent depressed fool.
~ Ode to My Coffee