Ode to Brown Ink. Posted on October 19, 2012October 19, 2012 by MrBinks Posted in PoetryTagged coffee, drink, love, Poem, poetry 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
right there with you on that