When my lady prepares her tea, I hear the boiling water - TopicsExpress



          

When my lady prepares her tea, I hear the boiling water spewing, And like the cup, it streams in me, The steamed herb of my undoing. With her wand in circles I go, Stirring and stirring me down to my soul, Anticlockwise, suspending time, I surrender to her design. Snapping back at the wands clink-clink ! The hypnosis ends as she blinks, I gaze at this spirit of sort, Our eyes commune where words fall short, She hands me the potion that scents her hair, Her chai! O such an intimate affair, My senses rippling, eager to erupt, A whiff of my soul, brewed inside a cup. #morning #chai #beneaththeoaktree #fortheloveoftea ☕️
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 04:06:52 +0000

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