date: Friday, November 04, 2005 @ 10:04 pm
title: Love dope..
God's Kopi-O
I love singlets and shorts.
I love slippers not socks.
I love you but not now.
Love's like a cup of mocha.
When you take the first sip, it tastes like woo la la..
The continuous bites are like chewing chocolate bar.
Bitter and hard. Crunchy and Ranchy.
However, if I know how to appreicate
you will melt in my mouth and coat the very soul of my tongue.
Inside out. Outside in. Everywhere. Inside there.
But in the end, it's just a cup of hot beverage
that forms a layer of carmel when it cools.
Drinks taste the same but tongues taste the difference.
Even a mature drinker would say otherwise.
Gaining experience is unwise. Wisdom is being inexperience.
Thank you for brewing the mocha for me.
But I would like it cold with icy topping.
Also extra milk and double shot.
With today's papers with me in my shorts,
I shall savour my own cup of kopi O.
Life's great being in singlets and single.
I have all the time to drink. Soak my teeth in it.
Cheers! Enjoy while you can.
God's Kopi-O
And there's a big bowl for Him to fill with more.
