Stirring my sugar into it,
Is the first vision I have of you,
As we sat sipping in the morning,
And the taste of your lips,
That still lingers,
Months later.
Creamy milk mixed in becomes,
The liquid chocolate your skin comprises of,
It still brings tingling to mine,
And is a memory,
That delights my eyes,
Months later.
Months later,
Still,
Heartache,
Heartbreak,
Hurt,
Regret.
In lament,
I like my coffee black
