Would you like sugar and cream?
You start to salivate from the exotic aroma
drifting throughout the bookstore.
Why bother asking, they know the answer.
It’s a drug! How dare you to be addicted
to burnt beans. You need it,
like you need oxygen to breathe.
The thick, beige liquid should not be so appealing,
and yet it is.
I need more, is all you can think,
as you drown down that smooth mocha.
YOU ARE READING
My book of Poetry
PoetryI took a poetry class and I thought I would share my poetry with you P.S this is my first time writing poetry
