Northwest Ladybug: Quinn vs the (almost) empty dog food bag

Oh heavenly, steamy cuppa joe,
I long for you all night, you know.
I crave your touch upon my lips
We can – we must – go on like this.

Without you, Joe, I can’t go on
My thoughts are dull, my will is gone.
You flow within and stir my soul
You wake me up, you make me whole.

Oh Joe, please greet me when I wake
For when you’re gone, I start to shake.
I need your dark and soulful vigor
So I can greet my day with rigor.

You’re with me, Joe, throughout my day
At home, at work, in that café.
As evening nears, we bid adieu,
And I await my morning brew.

© Carol, and all that jazz