“I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.”

Don’t ask what things I’ll have for breakfast come over to me, Let me have you this morning.

Kiss my belly button. Explore it with you tongue. Now move to my thighs. Yes the inner ones. Wet them with your kisses.

Let me go hiking over your body. Tonight I wanna explore very inch of you.

In the stage of life, no role is less majestic. Just play your role in perfection, that’s it.

For a change let me taste your thumb tonight.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

You’re a great soul you’ll know once you pause and listen to it.

Let me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.

Tonight I wanna lose myself in you. The question is- will you too want to lose yourself in me?

Place yourself into me. I promise not to even waste even a drop.

In all my almosts I lose you little by little.

I take the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it between my lips. I only wanted to know how you taste.

Don’t say again that you love me if your tongue can’t even wet my hidden places?

Don’t stop even if i ask you to. In some moments a ‘no’ also means a ‘yes’.

I’m the air you breathe. Feel me inside you, each time you inhale.

Your love tickles down my thighs. Let me take it with my fingers and put it on my mouth. Let me see how you taste.

Kids win this’n’that every day. Thousands of them. One out of a hundred fights professionally. One out of a thousand’s worth watchin’, one out of a million’s worth coffee and doughnuts.

I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.

If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary.

My workday begins around 11 A.M., with a cup of black coffee in each hand. If I had more hands, there would be more coffee.

The morning coffee reminds me of your waking I stir to find you.

When I was 6 years old, I was in a rock band that was horrible called ‘Dead End.’ The name kind of described us. People liked us; we would go and perform at coffee houses and stuff.

Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.

Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.