With a sip soft and luscious
She enjoys her morning ritual
With clever internal dialogue
She fascinates me, as often as she stirs her own conscience
With an ever expanding indulgence
Of flavors and thoughts
She sips morning into day
And sends a reminder to me, along the way…
That I love her, soft and lusciously
With a pen to paper, brilliantly
She explores her inner being
An unclear but reeling monologue
She impassions me, as literally as she stirs my emotion
With an ever exploding mystery
Of flavors and thoughts
She sips meaning into me
And brings a reminder hesitantly
That I love her, soft and deliciously
