Rubbing sleep from drowsy eyes,
Morning aroma, wafting awake nostrils.
Drinking in the delicious scent of you.
Musing, wondering, smiling, remembering,
Glorious tingling, yesterday morn's memories,
Chilled hands wrapped round pulsating warmth.
Sighing, memories, again anticipating
Your taste upon my parched, longing lips.
"Honey, wake up, coffees ready!"


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Still here, with love,
Amanda
I love it!
Maxwell, Maxwell how you taunt me
The sound of your aromatic drip
I am enslaved by my need time and again
To feel you steaming upon my eager lips.
Yeah, it's not that great. But I felt the need to advertise my deep longing for Maxwell House every morn.
Good writing, too!
p.s. Oh yea, it would probably help if he liked coffee...he can't stand the stuff!!