Just a little Sip

She forms steam on my glasses
Her hot mist clothed me with warmth
Bless the girder that formed you
Bless the wood that birthed you
She doesn’t calm my soul
Just purging out its pain
To make it pure again
Blotting through the heart to be slain
The heart does know what’s right
It slain the slayer
I love you despite all odds
Your soothing air fills my lungs
You smell so heavenly & divine
Only calm hearts would find you
You’re my liquid buoy every morning
The joy that comes after mourning
She brings peace to my shredded Mind
Glued it with black hot heat
Aroma takes me on an epic ride
She makes my soul lit
This Saturday on the blog!!
#unveiling the matriarch
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With love
Torie ❤️

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