Lovely curves undisturbed,
Black caffeine and words.
Tight lips part to sip,
And pause to take in,
The clicks of soft tips,
Against computer keys.
How intimacy is shared,
With a smudged mug,
Of red painted lips and
A writer's shaky hands.
Savoring the temporary stains,
Left on a middle-aged smile,
And the white blouse it defiled.
An aroma of temporary ease,
The loneliness of coffee beans,
Sift to frizz, pulled back grays,
And flyaways...
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