Alta H Mabin

Morning coffee

Layers of me, all 

around your body

our legs entwined

my breath in your neck


Stroke through me hair

Pull me closer,


Butterfly kisses

Strawberry whispers

and bourbon promises

all through the night


Morning coffee

wearing only your T-shirt

and freshly 

squeezed juice


These are the moments I treasure,

whether you remember them 

or not

These are my precious moments


When you loved me

before the complications of the day

took over what our hearts

and souls needed


  • Thoughts In Time

    Coffee is one of the best things first thing in the morning ..bringing an awakening that only certain substances can...lovely write..from one South African to another...🌹

    • Alta H Mabin

      Thank you so much, Thoughts in Time. So wonderful to have someone from South Africa here.

      • Thoughts In Time

        Hmmm I’ve been ive seen and I go pleasure anytime 🌹

      • FredPeyer

        Alta, the only thing you missed are the wine tipped lips. Otherwise, a beautiful poem and declaration of love.

        • Alta H Mabin

          Thanks so much, Fred. xx

        • dusk arising

          Yes, the moments of essence, moments when pleasure alleviates all.

          • Alta H Mabin

            Thanks for reading, Dusk. Appreciate your comment.

          • Fay Slimm

            Such a warm and romantic scene you describe and so well Alta - thank you for sharing it.

            • Alta H Mabin

              Thanks so much, lovely Fay.

            • Goldfinch60

              May those precious moments always be there for you Alta, I am sure that they will.

              • Alta H Mabin

                Thanks so much lovely, Goldfinch. Appreciate your comment.

              • orchidee

                I best be on my way to you, for some of that. I'll have what he's having! lol. But, woof, my imaginary watchdog, Fido, won't let me have anything 'exciting!' heehee.

                • Alta H Mabin

                  Ha Ha, Bring him with. We will give him loads of treats too.

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