Ode to Brown Ink.

Coffee. You beautiful Brown inky bastard.
I love you.

If I didn’t wake up with you every morning,
I don’t know what I’d do.

Your taste. Your aroma. Your silky smooth caress.
My lips.

You wake me up. You make me creative.
Make me…

Me.

One thought on “Ode to Brown Ink.”

October 19, 2012 at 9:01 am Reply
Sreejit Poole says:

right there with you on that

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