Lying here in bed I can only think of you.
The warmth of your skin against my fingertips;
The steam rising from your ever so smooth face;
The way your lips intertwine between mine....
Oh how your sweet aroma fills my nose,
And your robust flavor tastes inside my mouth.
I once believed that you were nothing more than a cup of joe,
It's only now that I realize how much you mean to me.
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