the morning coffee is the flavor of love ▫ sentiments are whispers inked in happiness ▫ a beam of the sun is the ingenious smile ▫ the «guilty» one is «guilty» as I am ▫ we're both exorcized with insatiable kisses ▫ kisses & hugs like usually, dreamt and stolen ▫ there's no modesty but a trenchant manner ▫ mannerly toyed in our desire's tendency ▫ each sipped savor is translated in thrill's jargon ▫ the morning coffee has always, the flavor of love