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Peppermint, Poem

Updated on May 16, 2013

When we sit across from each other, you stare at

my eyelids because my eyes are looking down.

My hair falls in my face and you lift your hand to

place it behind my ear.

Your soft touch makes me shiver and I smile,

still looking down.

When I finally look at you, your gaze moves away,

down at my lips as I wet them.

I sip my coffee, and you can smell the peppermint

of my breath from across the tiled table that parts us.

You are so used to that smell.

We long for each other so much but don’t do a thing

until we are alone together.

The coffee shop was merely foreplay.

You taste the coffee on my mouth and enjoy the



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