As I was shoving info in my tired brain,
I thought I should really take a break soon.
I wanted someone to take me to a short ride,
Wake me up with caffeine,
Let me scream two or three songs,
And drive me back home to my reality.
I wanted a certain someone to take me out,
But that someone is far away.
You’re like my favorite cup of coffee;
You warmed me up,
wrapped me within your arms,
held me closer to your breath,
gave me a taste of how sweet and bitter you can be,
made me thirst for more,
and before I had enough,
you became cold…
He thought he imagined her,
but the spilt remnants of her coffee
that stained his bedside table
left a trace of her existence.
Holding a cup of coffee with one hand
A ciggy with the other
and this empty space in front of me
where I should be holding you too.
Flames of lust and desire,.
Ashes of rage and wrath.
You held me within your grasp;
Your hands comforting me with such a warm embrace.
Your soft touch like a tickle at the back of my neck.
Seducing me with those lips,
As I run out of patience,
Drawing you closer,
Quenching your thirst,
As you fill my emptiness with your satisfaction.
And after you take the last sip – what is left of me –
I hear you give out the sweetest sound of pleasure,
And I am content at last.