Post by goldenmyst on Aug 6, 2022 14:10:19 GMT -6
Morning Coffee Love
Her lipstick glance gathers hospitality to serve her Sultan with pitted dates and cardamom tea. She opens the crack in the universe of words. “You look dazed and confused. But I have the recipe that will cast away the cloud spirits in your eyes.”
“Nothing could do that milady. My malady is deeper than tree rings in a sequoia.”
“Nonsense. Look at the rose in my lips. Absorb its luster and the Puckish luxuriance that is your flower of heaven.”
“There are veiled rumors in the sky of your words. I see a plying woman whose motives are sly but not at all unwelcome.”
“Yes, I am a wicked woman on the prowl. Take my offering and you will find your heartwood restored to health. Follow me to the coffee grinding room where love waits like a maiden of charm.”
“Are you that lovely lass who beckons me back to the pink of health?”
“Yes, I am she. I am the swallow whose song will bring back the gold in your misty eyes.”
“The diamonds in your irises promise a hearty coffee that will stain my soul forever.”
“You are almost on course. But coffee isn’t on the menu. There is a precious gem that befuddles even the most brilliant alchemist. But don’t guess. Join me for a jaunt in the periodic chart.”
“You have convinced me to find the elements of the cosmos with you. Please lead the way. I shall not distract the course of this seduction.”
They enter the realm where the aroma of coffee entices deeper mysteries. There a kiss is an invitation to dreams where her fragrance cries in the night for fulfillment. And she embodies his essence with her perfumed garden of bliss. But her sugar is more than lip gloss and he succumbs to her wonders like a winemaker strolling in his vineyard.
Her lipstick glance gathers hospitality to serve her Sultan with pitted dates and cardamom tea. She opens the crack in the universe of words. “You look dazed and confused. But I have the recipe that will cast away the cloud spirits in your eyes.”
“Nothing could do that milady. My malady is deeper than tree rings in a sequoia.”
“Nonsense. Look at the rose in my lips. Absorb its luster and the Puckish luxuriance that is your flower of heaven.”
“There are veiled rumors in the sky of your words. I see a plying woman whose motives are sly but not at all unwelcome.”
“Yes, I am a wicked woman on the prowl. Take my offering and you will find your heartwood restored to health. Follow me to the coffee grinding room where love waits like a maiden of charm.”
“Are you that lovely lass who beckons me back to the pink of health?”
“Yes, I am she. I am the swallow whose song will bring back the gold in your misty eyes.”
“The diamonds in your irises promise a hearty coffee that will stain my soul forever.”
“You are almost on course. But coffee isn’t on the menu. There is a precious gem that befuddles even the most brilliant alchemist. But don’t guess. Join me for a jaunt in the periodic chart.”
“You have convinced me to find the elements of the cosmos with you. Please lead the way. I shall not distract the course of this seduction.”
They enter the realm where the aroma of coffee entices deeper mysteries. There a kiss is an invitation to dreams where her fragrance cries in the night for fulfillment. And she embodies his essence with her perfumed garden of bliss. But her sugar is more than lip gloss and he succumbs to her wonders like a winemaker strolling in his vineyard.
