Broken Shards

day 17 | coffee

Your alluring scent reminds me of a roasted grains.

Your touch electrifies, like a shot of caffeine.

Longing for your kiss, I tremble with addiction,

But tasting your lips makes my heart intoxicated.

Every moment spent with you is a bittersweet symphony.

You are the first thought, that floods my mind in the morning,

At night I yearn for your presence but lack the courage to ask for it.

Every day I am a slave lost in dreams full of you,

And when they are letting me go, my coffee is already cold.