coffee mug

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woes of coffee mug

Submitted: April 30, 2007

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I am a coffee mug,

Seeming to be very smug.

But I am a poor sucker,

Made by my sipper,

Who is my only lover.

I rest on my stand.

Eveready to be in my beloved's hand.

Heartless that he is,

Pours the hot coffee in to me. Hsss.....

Holding me by both hands,

He blows the heat in coffee and me.

He kisses me sip by sip.

My heart lets out a zip.

His hands caress me and here I get charged.

So sad... there I am discharged.

By my loveless lover.

Alas, I am put down.

Wicked newspaper is taken up.

My beloved devil's full concentration is on her.

Only if could lay my hands on a match stick or scissor.

POOR ME.

I am lifted by the maid.

In the sink I am laid.

To be bathed and dried.

I am back to my stand and with my dreams I am tied.

Stroke of six, I turn frenzy.

My man enters, I am driven crazy.

Desperate I am to be in his hands.

I bear the boiling coffee,

Just for a kiss and caress.

I long to be held for a longer time.

It's ok. It's fine. You see.......

Something is better than nothing.

POOR ME.

That slender vamp, remote is giving me dirty looks and crooked smiles.

I will demolish you, I swear.


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