Your Coffee Kisses

You told me once you were a coffee addict.
I told you I was too.
From then on until a long time,
I craved coffee kisses from you.

It wasn't just that.
To have your kisses would mean sharing your company.
In a corner coffee shop
Or a bench the under autumn leaves.
To have your coffee kisses would mean hearing a silence,
hearing a whisper,
while joining our hearts in careless flutter.

This world is the most confusing by far,
but you exist.
So I would enjoy existing with you.
Like I enjoy some caffenine in the not so morning.

To say that you are mine
before it's too late.
To share stories.
Secrets.
Memories.

I would give almost anything for your coffee kisses.