I wrote this earlier, after a cup of coffee. Oh! It was a sweet springtime ‘noon, And lest, came the end of my cartoon, I thought to myself ‘Hark! Coffee would wake me up, and So sensually shake me up’ Ah, how the granules were poured, Whilst hot, sweet water boiled, For a moment I felt a little bored, Until water splashed porcelain, And my cup was soiled. Sniffing its bitter, rich aroma Sipping the hot liquid sex, Whilst typing into my computer, Tahoma, I suddenly felt a little perplexed Oh! And then it was all clear, At the bottom of the cup, a single granule Still remained with cheer, Oh! How it had kept its hold Whilst I drank intoxicated, There it was, like a nugget of gold The hot liquid sex, Sensory pleasure, That single, bitter granule, God.
Black as hell, strong as death, sweet as love. "Coffee falls into the stomach ... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop ... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similies arise, the paper is covered with ink ..." -- Honore de Balzac
deep man. that is so full of emotion its scary. keep writing mate i'd love to hear more of your writing
