Morning pleasure...

by Groovydude

It starts to get hot and steamy,
and it starts to boil,
the heat rises
as it overflows..

I swirl it around,
and bring it to my lips,
it passes across my tongue
and stimulates my soul...

is it sweet enough
or do I need more,
stiring it up one more time
as my lips touch again

my pleasure has been found
in this warmth in my hand
my mind is free
and my body relaxed....

aaahhhhh, my tea is ready

Submission date : 2009-09-25

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