Coffee Eyes

I've never liked coffee, I don't like the way it tastes unless it's drenched in sugar

To this day I still don't understand how people's whole day depends on when they get that first cup of joe

And then I saw your eyes…

You had asked if your eyes in the setting sunlight looked more attractive

I did my best not to stare, but now I know why people love coffee

Your eyes remind me of dark chocolate, unless you look close you can't see the soft hues of browns

And your eyes in the light

was like coffee hitting the bottom of a cream colored cup, the beautiful brown liquid gold waking and thawing my heart

Suddenly I’m teleported to the first time I enjoyed a hot cup of coffee;

I was in New Orleans in the French Quarter; it was humid and hot; I had accidentally drank from my dad’s cup as I munched on the beignets I had looked forward to my entire trip; it was the one time I didn’t flinch at the taste of the dirty bean juice

I briefly looked at you again, the honey amber sap sucking me and I wanted nothing more than to drown in your comfort

They match beautifully with your warm olive complexion

My cheeks are warming from the sip of alcohol I had and nothing else… right?

wow

Brown eyes are far from boring