A Sip of Insanity

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He was her morning coffee

Making her lust for just the tiniest sip

Green eyes glazed with the sweetest sugar

Bitterness encasing each taste

Portraying that she was strong

But with a little creamer

The strongest could stand to beg on their knees

Her blackness turning a murky brown

With one glance he turned her sweet

And she giggled knowing

With each sip from his lips

He was taunting her to remember

Why a cafe used to be her favorite place

Espressos and wooden walls

Stories written in the aromas of a tale told well

But now it was just his arms

Which had writing scribbled on every inch of his skin

And she longed to take a taste

Leaving her own written on the walls of his heart

She would rest in his home

Knowing as the steam fogged over her glasses and felt the splinters under her feet

Her sense galloping through each room

As her reason ran away hand and hand

With any trace of lover she had in the past

For none had left such a taste on her lips

Chocolate eyes and hungry lips

No longer hungering for a sip from her favorite cup

but a long swig from the deepest part of his emotions

An abyss of black that asked her to come on in

Affecting her so much that in an instant

She poured all she was into the murmur of a second

Knowing she was bitter

The blackest of black

She feared he would toss the remnants of her

Shrieking of her foul taste

But he just awed that she could change the fragility of her flavor

When so many didn't even know the taste of a second

He could simply tell her that he loved her

And like that she would melt

An electric current traced her scars

Caressing the pain and begging

Enjoying the puddle she was becoming

Energizing the parts that she had promised to keep dormant

Even from the promising of fellows

Asking for just a hand to hold

But I guess all promises must be broken

A bond created by the tiniest of looks

A secret kept at the bottom of the cup

Where only the truest of lovers

Would dare to embark

He has never guessed at the darkness lurking in the woods of her heart

When she seemed to be like candy

A sweetness that led him to ask for more

He lapped at the edge of her fiery eyes

Not scared of the burning embers

That promised regret with every twitch

Tiny sips that begged for more

And like any woman would know

She just handed over all she had

As overflowing as it could be

Rushing over his hands as he just stared

Smiling that she had chosen him

Her very own morning coffee

Waking up her soul and not just her tired limbs

She knew he wasn't just enjoying the heat as it floated up

Resting, Waving, Beckoning

Fluttering back and forth

A handshake to the soul

Because only the warmest things could ask to bring their hands close

Chanting that they would never get burned

But the blisters warned that they could never care to love again

He felt them forming in the tenderest parts of his heart

Just from the rigidness of words

Threatening that she could burn his whole forest down

And he knew he would do nothing

Sitting idly by

Watching the mass destruction

Of his tortured soul

That used to beg for just a little of her

Knowing he had been warned

When he took a drink

A sweetness with a warning of a bitterness to come

She wouldn't be everyone's morning cup of hot joy

She was an espresso

Her grounds at the bottoms causing anyone to sputter

Strength encasing each thirsty soul

Knowing only the strongest could handle the smallest taste of her

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