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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How She Feels
PoesiaThis is a poetry book chronicling the feelings teenagers and women alike feel daily. The struggles of love and insecurities and the pain that comes dragging along with these. I hope you find comfort in these and see that your feeling are the same as...