Friday, June 14, 2013

Coffee

Two coffee, One Mug.
Sharing together.

She is the one who first sips,
He then hunts for point where she wrapped her lips.

Each sip; coffee level decreases,
The taste enhances.

The mug lies empty with remains of froth,
So was it to be meant.
So is it always to be meant!


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