Early Morning Coffee Poem by Ravi Kopra

It wasn't Meryl Streep
the lonely house wife
in the Madison county
with spanning bridges over the river,
telling the lost photographer
where to find the covered bridge
with red panels he was searching for,
it was you in the white gown, front open
with your bulging breasts half hidden,
making an early morning cup of coffee
for your lover -me- and I clasping
you in my arms and giving you mouth
to mouth kisses and telling you
how much I loved you that made you blush,
the goose bumps ran over your body,
warmth enveloped you and the hair
on your arms stood on their ends.
You closed your eyes and were
going to swoon in my arms when
the coffee mate blew the whistle to tell
it was ready to pour for me and you;
I took sips of coffee and nibbled
not on scones and cookies but
on my sweetest cupcake - you.
We had made the bridge and
underneath flowed the river of lov