so we silently hop in on a rainy sunday morning. said i'll go ahead grab a seat afar outside. the place was a high perfect for sweet talks holding hands even not on a moon walk.
you are my breakfast yet more than the little ham and cheeses on my croissant you are the sugar on my first cup of coffee blend. every sip it makes me linger makes me feel what more i would miss if i didn't have that frap smoothie, as if i'm on a bliss.
I'd say i prefer having white chocolate mocha don't want it more than tall but chilled, a bit more than froth.
i remember that little story i used to share was only five, coffee on my milk while holding my pillow for a baby's goodnight sleep.
now am sitting comfortly side by side with someone i know barely. no soft cottons, even blanky it was just you, unselfishly.
how you turn that straw's little covering into ball -like, as if your tongue is fumbling little-roller- lower - ruler i stuttered looking into your eyes. how i wish that moment is forever and capture every detail my emotions, it's like fever.
just how odd it can be, this coffee, it makes me crave for you so much. uncontrollably.