Coffee-kicks
I’m not a morning person, I’m not a night
person,
I’m addicts of coffee-kicks in the
exposure of sun.
Enjoyments of the hot kicks are
unexplained,
But in front of the sun, I feel ashamed.
In the sun’s gaze, my secrets are told,
My reliance on coffee, a story to be old.
In, coffee, I find couples so Sweet,
“ff” and “ee” paired up, a treat to repeat.
A molecular bond, a union so strong,
My heart is captive, my senses all wrong.
These kicks are sweet punches on punching bag,
After a punch it takes back for another attack.
In this game of tag, coffee always win,
Leaving me exhausted, yet eager to begin.
By: R. Naheed.
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