Skirmish 1A Theme: Addiction
what is he actually addicted to?
She knows I love my coffee
She sees the glow when she brings it to me.
When we wander past a bistro, and she feels my fingers tremble so,
We slip into a booth, just her and me.
She makes the brew that makes me calm,
Liquid cashmere keeps my insides warm
And if the taste sometimes is bitter, she knows I'd never ever quit her,
If I can drink it wrapped within her arms.
I admit that I’m an addict,
And I’ve tried to break the habit,
Then I hear the kettle, her offered cup tests my mettle,
And I know I’ll always have to have it. 2x