I’ve got shots to take but not at you--so loving. So tender. So…hot.
Burnt the roof of my mouth singed the tip of my tongue but somehow it still finds a way to taste you. Swarthy dark skin doesn’t scald but soothes and soothes and I’m off away in a dream land that captures me every once in a while when I’m sleeping on and off and off that crack cocaine caffeine; visine, sun risin’ there is nothing to help me see you more clearly you are a glory a morning glory blooming shortly after the long winter and the even longer awaited spring. No rings on these fings because seasons go and love does too ya see marriage isn’t as stagnant as you’d think. Patient and kind those envied promises slip away with the somedays that turned into nevers, finding a way to elude you until your days are etched in stone that final rest because when you sleep with potential it’s potential waking up next to you. Day old coffee year old dreams. You’re ethereal and it kills me because that kills forever and sometimes I’d rather be without you so I don’t have to worry about this man called doubt who--comes and lays on my pillow with me at night whispering sweet everythings like “you’ll meet a tall dark stranger and his name is Green and he’ll look real good comin’ on up over that other side.” Bides and bides is what time does when I’m in this double wide double shot blended fun because everything else but you is just waiting for coffee.
Author Bio:
My name is Samantha Horkott and I am 21 years old. I am a Texan, avid coffee lover, and am currently living in sunny south Florida where I am pursuing a degree in psychology.
Burnt the roof of my mouth singed the tip of my tongue but somehow it still finds a way to taste you. Swarthy dark skin doesn’t scald but soothes and soothes and I’m off away in a dream land that captures me every once in a while when I’m sleeping on and off and off that crack cocaine caffeine; visine, sun risin’ there is nothing to help me see you more clearly you are a glory a morning glory blooming shortly after the long winter and the even longer awaited spring. No rings on these fings because seasons go and love does too ya see marriage isn’t as stagnant as you’d think. Patient and kind those envied promises slip away with the somedays that turned into nevers, finding a way to elude you until your days are etched in stone that final rest because when you sleep with potential it’s potential waking up next to you. Day old coffee year old dreams. You’re ethereal and it kills me because that kills forever and sometimes I’d rather be without you so I don’t have to worry about this man called doubt who--comes and lays on my pillow with me at night whispering sweet everythings like “you’ll meet a tall dark stranger and his name is Green and he’ll look real good comin’ on up over that other side.” Bides and bides is what time does when I’m in this double wide double shot blended fun because everything else but you is just waiting for coffee.
Author Bio:
My name is Samantha Horkott and I am 21 years old. I am a Texan, avid coffee lover, and am currently living in sunny south Florida where I am pursuing a degree in psychology.
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