[ 9 a.m. coffee ]
Tuesday, October 26, 2010 by Erin Collins
When her smile splashes warmly at you,
when her tepid eyes pour into your view...
when she spills her fingers
through those coffee colored curls...
As her giggles brew and bubble at your jokes,
as she caresses all your slow roasted hopes...
as her heart steams over
just to simmer in your ear...
Maybe when she's sipping sweetly at your neck,
and I'm boiling into one big fucking wreck...
maybe then you'll start to see
that she's not supposed to be...
Maybe then you'll see...
that the girl your kissing
should still be me.
