by Blaize Shepherd

Created on: February 08, 2009

She comes here each day,
sipping moments away.
Morning coffee,
Sweet coffee.
She moves with her hand,
a stray, black curly strand.
Morning coffee,
Sweet coffee.

She's gently flipping her book,
I steal a quick look.
Morning coffee,
Sweet Coffee.
My morning coffee.

She lulls away time,
how I wish she were mine,
here at the table, with me.
Maybe one day,
I will be brave,
and ask her to sit here with me.

Until that day comes,
my eyes will take on,
her beauty and thoughts that I keep.
How she radiates to me,
Mmm she radiates to me.

She's only here, for an hour.
I fill with desire.
Sweating from palms,
to my feet.
Morning coffee,
Sweet Coffee.

Hands soft and sweet.
How I wish they'd hold me.
As she folds up her napkin
and she starts to leave.
Stealing a glance at me,
here in my seat.
Morning coffee,
Sweet coffee.

She lulls away time,
how I wish she were mine,
here at the table with me.
Maybe one day,
I will be brave,
and ask her to sit here with me.
Until that day comes,
my eyes will take on
her beauty and thoughts that I keep.
How she radiates to me,
Mmm she radiates to me.

And as she walks away,
with a smile on her face.
Uh huh, she didn't know,
I saw the glance, that she stole.
Morning Coffee,
My morning Coffee.
MMM, my sweet morning coffee.

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