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!

Let's Talk

Don't tell me something that I don't wish to hear,

Instead fabricate it to make soothing to ear.

Tell me a truth that's too good to be true,

It better be something involving me and you.

I see the sun setting, waiting for it to rise,

Here I sit, rolling my dice.

Look in my eyes to say something,

Something that makes sweet bells ring.

Look in deeper in my eye as it were an art,

That's the route you should take to my heart

And when you reach there, I'll shut them at spree

Keeping you there not letting you flee.