sitting at the boomerang shaped bar eating oatmeal and staring at the news
there is a heat advisory in effect for the greater atlanta area today
i find myself surrounded by germans
the dry air in the hotel has everyone breathing heavily with constant clearing of throats
dark coffee with half and half in little paper cups
brown sugar and cinnamon
teutonic voices too loud trying to figure out celsius from fahrenheit
nostrils flare voices raise coffee spilled across the scene as the room fills with unfamiliar faces
the urge to bolt back to the room is overwhelming the breakfast underwhelming
i wish i were whelmed in you, my tongue buried in soft creases saturated by you instead of cinnamon and brown sugar
your lightly salty skin instead of dark coffee
your moans instead of german yells
there is a heat advisory in atlanta today effecting the entire suburban area
the world keeps spinning
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Oh! … Yeah… I get that. 😎 Who wouldn’t want to be doing “something else” under those circumstances… any circumstances?
Don’t they have any fruit at the buffet?!? Imagine a slice of juicy cantaloupe or some sticky sweet mango, nectar rolling down your chin after sinking your teeth into its ripe supple flesh… damn …. Time to hit the market! Awesome poem, dude! 👍👍👍
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I had blackberries and honeydew as well.
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Yes. And cherries. 🍒
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I mean… I would have cherries… whoops. Not trying to force them on you lol I need another coffee….
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I didn’t want to ASSUME =)
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Hahahaha
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glad you are laughing mate
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Laugh or cry. Lol
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It seems you really not enjoying Atlantas =(
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The words aren’t for sure.
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