.
This morning, chuffed
and sharp cuffed, heart linked
to the rising sun, he is smug
-gler of coffee and cronuts,
contraband worthy of its
brown cardboard wrapping.
Swirl the milky cream into
its depths, clearing your
………………(heart)
mind of all common sense,
inhale the steam rising;
you might just find your
-self
stirred.
..
Playin’ on a new prompt site this morning, Jeremy’s daily challenge.
Thanks to Shawna for sending me the link awhile back. 🙂
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Now this is an ode to coffee! I like the word “chuffed.” As well as heart linked to the rising sun.
I’m picturing this as being about your husband having breakfast while you’re secretly watching (and swooning). I suppose this only works if you have a two-story house, which I do. 😛 Every wife should still feel like her husband’s girlfriend.
“heart linked
to the rising sun” I love the way you sneak in the fact that it’s hella sexy to be married to a Christian man.
What the “hey” are cronuts?!
“Swirl the milky cream into
its depths” Love. 🙂
“inhale the steam rising;
you might just find your
-self
stirred” Love love.
Now where is Chapter 2?! Don’t leave us hangin’. 😉
Clever girl. 🙂 We do live in a two-story. 😉
I was also thinking of a dual story…apartment people…not nearly as happy of an ending.
“Cronuts” are new here in Nevada (at least to me). Donuts made out of crescent rolls. I think they look gross, but the name fit.
Well I never thought I would see croissants made into donuts get a place in a poem. Well done.
Thanks for joining the challenge with a great write
Jez