native new yorker with dominican roots. writer of all things love, life, family, sex, friends and everything in between. a not so secret obsession with stringing along words to form perfect sentences - reflecting what the mouth can't say. 

Morning Coffee.

I’ve been loving for so long
Twenty five years to be exact
I’ve been actively setting my mentality on the way things should be
The way this thing called love should go
I thought I set myself up right
Followed all the dos and donts

And then you step right up to me and
all of a sudden
I want to stand right by you
I need to wake to those sweet eyes
that only crave comfort and compassion
So heavy with love 

I want to stand right next you
you and the thoughts in my head
with hopes that our expansion in energy is
so convicting
that we somehow speak in the same notes
riding the same wave
because you like your mornings with coffee: 
black, 2 sugars. 
And me? I love to start my days:
With a whole cup of T. 

And I wanna know all the flavors to the taste buds in your mouth
The scent of your hair wrapped aroubd my fingers
I need a purpose to feel your body pressed against mine

Have you always been a captive of your hearts wishes?

I just wanna know. 
If this is a forever thing. 

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