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I'm craving a coffee,
coffee in bed with you,
in the morning mist,
A coffee with chatter and laughter,
words that dance in the air,
between cups and drawn dreams,
in the softness of an instant that doesn't want to end.
A café with discreet glances,
that fire that burns unhurriedly,
where a wink becomes a promise
and silence is music without measure.
I crave a coffee,
like a ritual that intoxicates the soul,
warmth in the body, sweetness on the lips,
a kiss that peeps out between sips of calm.