Hot Cup

 

The warmth on my hands when we touch;
Hot lips where my lipsticks’ smudge.
Smell that melts my heart away.
Heavens! Are you made by Freyr?

Without you, I’m not at pace,
bound with feather and lace.
You open my eyes to great sights;
Adrenaline shoot up in heights.

You put color in the darkest of days
In my sleep, rainbows you continue to leave.
Until then, my loyal friend;
Tomorrow, we’ll meet again.

 

MR @ 2015

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