BY MY PEN

A sip with your moist lips is all that, hot me craves! A stir with your feel, getting sweeter and sweeter as per your taste, is all that which makes me a drink of your taste.

You embrace me by your palms, making me feel so lively, dancing over joyous that I get spilled yet noding at the drinks that protestingly die.

And then between your lips and hollow heaven, until your snaky tongue leaves me driven, i slide down your cold throat allowing myself to float.

For when I peck your lips, you feed caffeine into me and I yearn as a coffee of your taste!