Morning Coffee
By The Unnatural
Morning sex feels good like coffee made with love, staring at the sunrise.
Letters written on my thighs disappear like letter bottles, when your tounge turns into a wave.
A sweet perfume garden position drops my heart beat to play jazz instruments with little guitar strings you find pulling my hair, small drums bang when the bed kisses the wall and our voices turn into trumpets as our hands master the keys of a piano painted on our skin.
Morning sex tastes like milk and honey.
Little fingers dance sticking on other places, milk spills non is left for another morning coffee.
This is how we create life staring at the sunset.
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