Morning Coffee
My heart skips a beat
when are faces meets
with each other
in the morning.
Like sips of a warm
morning coffee
when in need
of a jumpstart.
Or maybe that’s me
confusing this sensation
of adrenaline rush.
That swirls my
mind, body and soul
to your aura
that fills my thoughts
to the blissful images
of us together
at our highest peaks.
So let us continue to brew
this relationship we share
and keep it refreshed
and each other focused
like warm cup of coffee.
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