Last Sip Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Come, give my lips a kiss.
Let my tongue swirl around
in how delicious you are
Morning, noon or night.
How my taste-buds swim around you.
Even on the hottest day
I can't be without you.
Our affair filled with cream &
sugar.
The bitterness;
To think what would happen
if you weren't there to spoil
me

with your scent.
Savored around the ring
of my mouth.
A kiss between my lips
and the last remains
Of a stain left on my cup