Breakfast

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You touched my shoulders from behind.

Your skin hits me like a taste of coffee

You attempted to speak

While I savored your voice and took a deep breath.

Now your fragrance penetrates the air.

Your fingers danced with magic 

and drew my attention back to your face

Breakfast is served

I savored your visage as I 

take another deep breath.

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