Morning Glory

by hotcockle

..Morning Glory..

.."How do I love thee"... let me count the ways,
as your morning scent hits me
with the waking sun's first rays.

..I hold you tenderly.

..Your essence fills my mind,
with thoughts of satisfied lust,
of last nights heavenly grind.

From your chalice I find a conduit to blissful thought,
erases all the negatives after last nights port.

..I love the way you always listen,
as your nectar I quietly drain.

..'A giggle',knowing I used you up,
until only emptiness remain.

..I drink from this cup without conscience,
your always there for me,

..Knowing I'll always need that morning boost,
my sweet, black, coffee.