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the waiter

the way you
stir your coffee
makes the blood rush from
my head
the come hither
twirl
of that fortunate spoon
and
I'm bringing
breakfast
to
your bed

red lipstick
caffeine kisses
your heart jumps, so quick
the hit
my kingdom
resides
on the rim of your world
and
I'm waiting
captive
to
your sip

Rene ~ February 10, 2013

 
For Magpie Tales
Image by Joseph Lorusso
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  1. 21 WitsFebruary 10, 2013 at 7:01 PM

    On the rim of their world- such sweet words of passion! Awesome poem!

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  2. Brian MillerFebruary 10, 2013 at 7:08 PM

    my kingdom
    resides
    on the rim of your world
    and
    I'm waiting
    captive
    to
    your sip


    haha absolutely love those lines...made me smile...there is a tender kinda breathless intimacy in that...

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  3. JBinford-BellFebruary 10, 2013 at 9:04 PM

    Very nice visual invoked by your words.

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  4. ninotazizFebruary 10, 2013 at 9:40 PM

    Ahhh, Rene, you live the words.

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  5. MarianFebruary 10, 2013 at 10:03 PM

    awww. like an old movie. kiss!

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2013 at 6:26 AM

    mmm very sensual - food and love so intertwined and you brought your own yummy twist to it :-)

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  7. Little NellFebruary 11, 2013 at 11:30 AM

    Now that's clever. Apart from being a a very enjoyable poem, the title plays on our understanding of its double meaning.

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  8. HelenFebruary 11, 2013 at 12:06 PM

    Great write, Rene! Just in time for sweetheart day.

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  9. Ann GrenierFebruary 11, 2013 at 1:05 PM

    Enjoyed this word feast Rene. Fresh and interesting!

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  10. Susan AndersonFebruary 11, 2013 at 2:34 PM

    my kingdom
    resides
    on the rim of your world

    Not only do I like it, but it's such smart word selection.

    Really works!

    =)

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  11. philFebruary 11, 2013 at 10:40 PM

    I love the flow of this.
    Not to be gulped, of course.

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  12. Wayne PitchkoFebruary 11, 2013 at 10:55 PM

    some very nice lines....thanks for sharing

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  13. ClaudiaFebruary 12, 2013 at 3:58 PM

    hhmmmm nice..love the heat in this...kinda breathless after reading...smiles

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  14. ScarletFebruary 12, 2013 at 5:56 PM

    Like the intimacy and passion ~

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  15. MaryFebruary 12, 2013 at 6:49 PM

    Really love the understated sensuality in this poem! Nice!

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  16. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2013 at 7:59 PM

    Ohhh, la-la. My kind of coffee. Very sweet and tender with the bite and aftertaste of a really good cup of java; a steaming cup at that.

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  17. UnknownFebruary 12, 2013 at 8:10 PM

    And again, Wordplay always gets me! Well done!! loved it

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  18. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2013 at 9:34 PM

    I saw your name is Rene and had to visit. Dropping in from dVerse. My name is Renee as well, just a different spelling. I like this and no, never too late to blog. This is my second year (I think) and I just turned 60. I'm enjoying it and I hope you do as well.

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  19. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2013 at 6:51 AM

    Lovely! K.

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  20. Buddah MoskowitzFebruary 13, 2013 at 5:03 PM

    "I'm bringing
    breakfast
    to
    your bed

    red lipstick
    caffeine kisses"

    That's all I need... exquisite!

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  21. hyperCRYPTICalFebruary 13, 2013 at 6:09 PM

    Lovely.

    Anna :o]

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  22. lucychiliFebruary 14, 2013 at 4:00 AM

    tenderness in small things =)

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  23. Tess KincaidFebruary 14, 2013 at 1:56 PM

    Hot sexy java yeah!

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  24. Vodka MomFebruary 14, 2013 at 9:52 PM

    the way you bag my groceries....


    oh yeah.

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  25. Other MaryFebruary 15, 2013 at 2:51 PM

    Love it Rene!

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  26. ~T~February 18, 2013 at 1:44 PM

    Passion, served hot...

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