As the early sun rays tickle my cheeks,
my lips already seek the warmth on your edge.
And no matter how glued I am to my bed
Your scent quickly magnets my sleepy head.
They say you have this strong bitter taste,
but you're exactly the taste my tongue would never waste.
For when you blend with sugar and milk,
You ultimately become my perfect mate.
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