To tea or not to tea, is a question I often ask.
Never giving in to amorous acts of random teagasms save the morning mug of much needed manna, however there are days capable of clawing into your heart, serrating it with urgencies unexplained, and the resolve slowly begins to weaken.
Sorcerous wants, these demands to soak your throat in soothing sips of saucy potion that can only be brought on by a spirited cup of zesty tea. Doused with ginger and a bit of sweetness.
Oh the oomph and simplicity of its sprightly spark is pretty difficult to upstage by any beverage of culinary arenas.
Perhaps it's the slowly creeping winters that've begun infecting bodies with ceaseless needs to binge and drink.. perhaps it's just today..
A pourable soothing balm for aches that reside within. Ones that only exert their wrath through silent screams, muffled moans and whispering sobs.
For miserable throbs that prove their mettle on distinct chosen days.
Affliction by natural tortures; discomforting gifts of agony, cramps and raw tenderness. Wounds of such agonizing malady with a one comfort cure that both alleviates and exhilarates.. I talk of tea.
To tea it is then.
Never giving in to amorous acts of random teagasms save the morning mug of much needed manna, however there are days capable of clawing into your heart, serrating it with urgencies unexplained, and the resolve slowly begins to weaken.
Sorcerous wants, these demands to soak your throat in soothing sips of saucy potion that can only be brought on by a spirited cup of zesty tea. Doused with ginger and a bit of sweetness.
Oh the oomph and simplicity of its sprightly spark is pretty difficult to upstage by any beverage of culinary arenas.
Perhaps it's the slowly creeping winters that've begun infecting bodies with ceaseless needs to binge and drink.. perhaps it's just today..
A pourable soothing balm for aches that reside within. Ones that only exert their wrath through silent screams, muffled moans and whispering sobs.
For miserable throbs that prove their mettle on distinct chosen days.
Affliction by natural tortures; discomforting gifts of agony, cramps and raw tenderness. Wounds of such agonizing malady with a one comfort cure that both alleviates and exhilarates.. I talk of tea.
To tea it is then.
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