Poems About Coffee Published by Members Recently Online
#coffee
Coffee and women
I drink coffee black...
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
#coffee
#morning
#women
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4 Comments
Coffee and women
I drink coffee black...
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
#coffee
#morning
#women
140 reads
4 Comments
Coffee and women
I drink coffee black...
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
#coffee
#morning
#women
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4 Comments
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
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4 Comments
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
368 reads
4 Comments
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
368 reads
4 Comments
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
368 reads
4 Comments
and just
because I’ll love you
forever doesn’t make your coffee any better
stick to making tea
forever doesn’t make your coffee any better
stick to making tea
#coffee
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1 Comment
Dancing upon the brim of betterment (an ode)
sleep quietly circles
clingy essences
penetrate
through 4am silence
I feel it
how it pulls
tugging me back
quietly calling
through a shiver'd
caliginous recess
intimate moments
trudge along
slinking their way
down a periphery
where night and day
delicately dance
of tango-transcendent
dreamt dreams
into a solidity of
steamy want
slowly
senses lazy-stir
synapses begin to fire
arousing wits
yet...
clingy essences
penetrate
through 4am silence
I feel it
how it pulls
tugging me back
quietly calling
through a shiver'd
caliginous recess
intimate moments
trudge along
slinking their way
down a periphery
where night and day
delicately dance
of tango-transcendent
dreamt dreams
into a solidity of
steamy want
slowly
senses lazy-stir
synapses begin to fire
arousing wits
yet...
#coffee
#lover
#TruthOfLife
400 reads
37 Comments
Dancing upon the brim of betterment (an ode)
sleep quietly circles
clingy essences
penetrate
through 4am silence
I feel it
how it pulls
tugging me back
quietly calling
through a shiver'd
caliginous recess
intimate moments
trudge along
slinking their way
down a periphery
where night and day
delicately dance
of tango-transcendent
dreamt dreams
into a solidity of
steamy want
slowly
senses lazy-stir
synapses begin to fire
arousing wits
yet...
clingy essences
penetrate
through 4am silence
I feel it
how it pulls
tugging me back
quietly calling
through a shiver'd
caliginous recess
intimate moments
trudge along
slinking their way
down a periphery
where night and day
delicately dance
of tango-transcendent
dreamt dreams
into a solidity of
steamy want
slowly
senses lazy-stir
synapses begin to fire
arousing wits
yet...
#coffee
#lover
#TruthOfLife
400 reads
37 Comments
Dancing upon the brim of betterment (an ode)
sleep quietly circles
clingy essences
penetrate
through 4am silence
I feel it
how it pulls
tugging me back
quietly calling
through a shiver'd
caliginous recess
intimate moments
trudge along
slinking their way
down a periphery
where night and day
delicately dance
of tango-transcendent
dreamt dreams
into a solidity of
steamy want
slowly
senses lazy-stir
synapses begin to fire
arousing wits
yet...
clingy essences
penetrate
through 4am silence
I feel it
how it pulls
tugging me back
quietly calling
through a shiver'd
caliginous recess
intimate moments
trudge along
slinking their way
down a periphery
where night and day
delicately dance
of tango-transcendent
dreamt dreams
into a solidity of
steamy want
slowly
senses lazy-stir
synapses begin to fire
arousing wits
yet...
#coffee
#lover
#TruthOfLife
400 reads
37 Comments
Contemplation and escape...
A thin trail of coffee aroma touched her soul strings.
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
527 reads
34 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Coffee Published by Members Recently Online