Coffee, Tea Or Me?
I am here, again
asking you, “Honey, coffee or tea?”
not that I love to ask, nor I’m too forgetful.
Indeed, to tell you the truth
I would say, really
I’d have it ready by the time you wake-up.
It is not that I am
not fully aware of what you like, you see
but simply, I miss so much not hearing
…you whisper, ere you go to work
to my ear, teasingly, “Not coffee, nor tea
but you…I want. Oh, kiss me, my baby!”
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