Dark Flavours

A crappy poem, just to try writing on a crude topic.



Of hotness and
steam
Of exotic flavours and
nicotine

Enchanting aroma,
odor, captivating
The stains of taste
on quivering lips
pleasing to the senses
eyes, tongue, whole

At break of dawn
at dusk and night
All the time
everywhere
In bed,
that small shanty
or the urbane parlor

The craving lingers
for that
sugary mouthful
Texture, smooth, milky
Tinge of ginger

The craving lingers
for the native fragrance,
the earthly feeling
That energizing need

Alas,
in wanton grease
and sinful thirst
I wonder which I ruined more
the usual savor of Tea
or desirous yearning for Him.