Sometimes I feel you taking me for granted
leaving me on your table
like a cup of coffee you brewed to perfection
And after I have satisfied you with a sip or two
you'd go back to your papers and leave me cold..
Now another sip you will have,
and with my coldness you smirk and put me back
Leaving me with the sink to welcome my affection
And then you brew another me,
but because I love you,
I am always at your disposal.
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