He came over for a cup of tea On a cold Sunday morn This tall dark drink of coffee Our future was spelled out in my green and his earl grey(tea) A (sly)smile of seduction forming & sealing his fate shut Cookies crumbled under warm tea biscuits When our quiet eyes finally met… The unfolding story begs to be continued... *Please feel free to offer criticisms, this is a freshly baked poem...*
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