Black mug, sweet coffee...



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Black mug
Bitterly sweetened
Beans crushed and seldom creamed
An aroma so fervent it awakens my sleep
Keep me company
Kiss me as I sip
My fingers tapping the pad
In sync with the table of conception
A fragrant of my desire sounds with every thump
Only stops to raise the black mug
To and fro my mouth
This gate that is keeper to my heart’s cry
Serenaded with warmth bursting of caffeine
The eerie night hears our conversations
It sees the one hand plotting
And the other embracing the black mug, sweet coffee