a cup of coffee
we sat with a cup of bitter coffee,
the air was filled with sweet melancholy.
the delightful scent of cinnamon and honey surrounded us,
forgetting about the forbidden lust.
as traffic passes by, blocked out by our noisy thoughts.
the aches start to die, now at a loss.
I reach over and hold your hand
because we couldn’t continue our lust, we were damned.
we sat with a cup of bitter coffee,
but i figured out something,
a new kind of feeling started erupting.
