Your love is a latte.
This treat of a brew has become
A daily addiction,
One I crave like caffeine
The second I awake.
But I don’t even have to ask you for it:
You hand me a steaming cup without me asking.
Like magic, it appears next to my bed.
I’m barely conscious, my eyes still begging to stay closed, and yet,
I hold out my hand to accept
The perfectly hot and beautifully beige concoction.
I never tire of its effect on me:
Waking me up,
One intentional sip at a time
Making me sigh with content.
I smile at the fulfilled now expectation,
And look into my cup with a
Love
That you’ll never know
Because
I’ve consumed all the liquid
In a hurry to feel my heart race.
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