i always ask you
if you just drank coffee
after waking up
early in the morning
from that separate room,
all the while you know what i mean
i, just want to kiss you in the other room
where no one sees us,
kissing passionately tasting each coffee
in each taste bud,
we know how we smell without it
lest the fantasy is
ruined.
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