Cafes. Diners. Coffee shops.
We only talk over lattes and americanos
With extra shots
To chase away exhausted eyes.
We stay up too late,
Tying ourselves in bed sheets
And the cool breeze of morning suns.
You feel like espresso
Surging through my veins.
Warm velvet slipping past my tongue.
Keeping me going
From dusk till dawn.
We only talk over coffee,
Blk or drown with cream.
Coffee shops. Diners. Cafes.
Is where we'll always be.
