October 21, 2024
I press you to my lips like a mug of hot coffee on a brisk morning.
I need you to keep me awake, like caffeine in my bloodstream.
You're sweet like sugar and warm like a blanket
I drink you up, fiend over you like an addict
A cup of you in the morning, even through bleary eyes, could wake me from a dead sleep.
And I'll do it again tomorrow.
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