I like to drink coffee
I like to drink it, the cup caressing
Thinking about the heat, so familiar
Taking over my thoughts, this sensation
From the transferred heat unto my touch
Over to my remembering fingers
Resemblance to the warmth in your skin
As of when I hold you in my arms
The point is that you are within my lips
When the cup embracing as if it was you
Or grasping your body
As if it was a passionate loving vessel
In which to deposit all of these feelings
That drinking my coffee every morning
Takes over me…
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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