Morning Tea

Morning beckons,  The kettle is on,  I retrieve the lemongrass,  Ginger and peppercorns.   You nudge me in the side,  An excuse to tickle and touch,  I give you a knowing smile,  The brew simmers,  For there’s no rush.    A hint of Darjeeling, A touch of sugar, As I turn off the kettle, Your wink…

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