After-Coffee

This is personally one of my favourites from my book. I actually wrote this 2017 at my grandmother`s house, on the sofa around the a.ms after listening to a beat that had been sent on Whatsapp from a dear musician friend of mine. The title came about after we both expressed how beautiful concepts come after drinking coffee. He wanted me to do a verse and this is what transpired in less than an hour. I hope you enjoy. _________________________________ It was After-Coffee when he came in with his magic. I had cleared all the rooms. The soul is a huge house to live in that I don`t know if I want to be tripping on any more shrooms. It was After-Coffee. I rinsed our windows. I don’t know if I`d eat his soul inside out. We were ruined but love grows. I know he wouldn’t hesitate to feed me to the scarecrows. The ambience of the mere sacrifice is the door. Do you know that magic? It was After-Coffee. The truth comes when we don’t sleep. You stand and never leave. We opened to find help. In our Castle, I seeked but he found me hiding like the eyes of a moving carpet. He blushes but “chocolate is the new red” I said with magic. Have you tasted it? It clears you out and leaves you laughing. Don`t count the leaves in your garden. This is how I fall in love, it’s enchanting. His soul waters mine, It`s been a while since I woke up to such, my body hates him but anyway, would you like some of that After-Coffee Magic? {XM} Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Talk-like-Painting-social-trilogy/dp/1093118938