I covet some sex and black bitter coffee,
Some summer rains and your handsome profile,
A couple of accents about our sunsets,
And point of return to be the best of my presents.
But you are just away with autumn leaves fallen.
Dates fail to heat my stubborn heart -
It seems I`ve become a kind of a bad miss.
Like I am just made of hot pepper pulp.
But jacket on me is still so restraint:
I am on the point to climb up the walls.
And sap of the love in my torturing veins
Disturbs and makes the rendezvous so hot.
I covet calm feelings and light of true love.
Fly away pain with black bitter beans!
A knot of despair in our embrace
Cramps me with languor, promissing bliss.
Autumn Espresso
© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2013
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