A Happy Anna Howard Shaw Day To Us All

Love and whatever.

The warmth

In my mouth.

That rush

Through my veins

Making my heart race

My pulse quicken

My head

Just a bit dizzy.

My legs are just a bit numb.

My tongue

Yearns for more

More of you

Right now.

Now.

I can’t wait anymore.

This is torture.

Seriously.

I’m in hell

Waiting for you.

I just want to shout

To this giant crowd of people

“How hard is it to make a latte, f*ckers?”

I love you, coffee.

Oh, Pamie.