Morning Lust Poem by poppy miller
Morning Lust
As the golden glow of dawn
Takes her seat (uninvited)
Complimenting the liquid satin
Whose heated passion
Enters, to lustily satisfy
My salivating tongue
And I'm in love.
Oh my Darjeeling
Without you I could not exist.
7 March 2016
Friday, March 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lust
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My morning cup of tea. Sorry folks if you thought it meant something else.
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5/1/2024 11:02:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great little poem. What is it with the British races that we do not properly function in the morning till we've had a cup of tea. No Darjeeling in Zimbabwe though; we drink the local Tanganda - very good!
Just what we were brought up with I suppose Terry. It pulls me round. I prefer English Breakfast Tea but Darjeeling has less letters.