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Freshly ground beans converted into a smooth powder–senses’ delight.
Mouth-watering sight, blending heavenly with pumpkin seeds and cream.
Froth, ragged and untamed, caresses my wet tongue–a moment of bliss.
Aroma of verdant fields, captured and sealed within the cup–confined.
Luxurious, deep flavor unleashes, enveloped in everlasting joy.
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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Comments (2)
Mmm. This poem is yummy.
Lucky I'm drinking coffee reading this otherwise I'd have to make some. Great poem!