With your mornings
Wanting to be the coffee
Sipping slowly by your lips
Hot liquid that makes you warm
Awaken your sleeping senses
Filled by the thoughts of me
Wanting to be these addicting vices
That you can’t live without
By your evenings
Wanting to be the whiskey
Savoring slowly by your lips
Helping you relax and calm
To a passionate dreamy
Nights of you and me
Wanting to be these addicting vices
That you can’t live without
And in between
Wanting to be the cigarettes
Popping slowly by your lips
The smoke that you inhaled
Alerting every nerve endings
Thinking about me
Wanting to be these addicting vices
That you can’t live without
