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Finally Awake
I find myself thinking of you at the most awkward of times.
I often wake up early and find you longing, waiting for me.
You call my name and I know that you are obviously mine.
I love the feeling of your warmth in my hands – what glee.
My once dry mouth moistens for more after just one taste.
You are my hot pot, you are my addiction and perfect drug.
At times, you can be so very bold, but I know how to sweeten you up.
You make me complete – my most rich, fine, and dearest lover.
The best part of waking up – is how relaxed you make me feel.
And you are great now; I know this addiction is no good for me.
And I do know (very well) the damage you will inevitably cause.
When you are not with me, at least once a day — I become jittery.
I thirst for you more than I’d like, so I need to force myself to pause.
Yes, you do nourish my desperate needs—therefore, I can’t leave.
You are my only source of light in my days of gloom.
You are the only thing that I can depend on.
In reality, I know I could not live sans you.
In the end, I’m aware that you have won.
And for now, I love you—my sweet coffee.
