French Press

French Press

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Combination of patience,
and a touch of class.

Perfect.

Slap away the eager hand,
ignoring the pleas.

Too many things are rushed.

The scent is carried,
drifting on a breath of heat,
waiting.

When the time is right...

© 2016 Jon Roggie


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Either it's sexy ( pressing ... You know... I don't have to explain).
Or it could be about the Russia / France relationships.

I'm going with sexy. Sounds more fun.

Unless it's about ironing?

Posted 8 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

8 Years Ago

Just a cuppa in the morning....
Papaya

8 Years Ago

Of course. :-)
Jon Roggie

8 Years Ago

You never write anything with overt connotations, but somehow, this one seems a little sexy.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

8 Years Ago

I was just making a cup of coffee. Whatever else was going on is beside the point.
Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

oh no sir, it is the point.

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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