Morning Tea

I wake longing for your presence beside me.

Alone, I press my lips to a warm cup of morning tea.

Though cold snow has fallen outside our window,

My lips remember each kiss bestowed upon you in the darkness

Before your blissful shuddering satiated my submission

To your love.

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