Every morning your warm touch on my lips just makes my day,
fumes of your love refresh me in the bed, where I lay,
Wait of you makes me anxious enough,
once face to face keeping away from u seems really tough.
I hold you as you shiver nervously,
I try to give you a peck when it becomes finally hard,
to resist your personality.
I have you till the very end so passionately,
and you gratify me after every sip,
O' my lovely cup of TEA.
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