Iced Coffee

 

His voice was like coffee poured over ice

Smooth and sweet

Warm and brown

 My lips itch at thoughts

I’ll keep hidden under these words

He touched me there

Not with his hands

With his confidence

He made me sure   

 I wanted to know him

Watch his teeth shine bright

As he smiles

He talked my fears away

And I wanted to nap as he spoke

Not from boredom

But from the warmth in his words

That lulled me to sleep

Like warm milk and counting sheep

He may as well have sat me on his knee

And rocked me gently

Like Hennessey with out ice

He left me to chase

And I smiled knowing he was worth it.

Reviews

[King James]

That was a very intresting poem... a touch and go here and there...