Sat here with a cup of tea.
Milk and two sugars, sipping away.
Sweet and Warm, it sends my tongue numb.
I inhale it's sweet aroma, stop, and take in another sip.
It embraces my tongue, it leaves it wanting more, down my throat.
MY tongue screams out for more, it wants to feel its silky texture,
It's sickly sweet taste.
I chink the mug on my tooth, but it wont stop me.
I'm wound up by this mixture.
Sip after sip, it's saving me,
from the harsh cold that wishes to embrace my body.
Each mouthful plays with my senses, teases my body.
Abuses my organs.
It's nearing the end of the mug.
It can't be over yet.
This can't be it.
Like Oxygen to my organs, like Heroin to an addict, i need more.
Tea is more than a beverage..
It's a saviour in this harsh winter.
Ah who am i kidding? It's just tea <3