two hearts in a rush
beating so loud as if bursting out
nothing to think more
just bodies sweating
and lip lockingsparkling lights
chasing dreams
making paths of unending gleams
writing poetries
out of memoriesending the night
with a simple kiss
letting go when morning came
crossing fingers
to see you again

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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.