On a cold morning, my love and I sat in each other's company.

>>9367651
Gay.

It's more like this:

On a cold morning, my love and I sat near each other in the living room. Between casual conversation and normal, unautistic glances, there existed a relaxing peace and sense of belonging that filled the winter morning with the everyday sense of simplicity and purity. As she usually does, she took me in her hands and led me to her lips, and in that moment I felt a little less cold--until the moment after, in which she said something i'd not foreseen: "I'm going to do something productive today." Alas, I've poured all of myself, and all of my bourbon into this crystalline cup that I will enjoy throughout the morning. Am I to believe that my love really will do something today? Or perhaps, her warmth will annoy me until nightfall. And her laziness will carry into tomorrow.

>>9367672
Well meme'd friend.

Do you actually get it or are you unironically grilling me?
It's intentionally bad. It's a poem about coffee that uses the word "alas" for fucks sake.

>>9367709
I got it. I was just ironically memeing about the fedora-tier descriptions of having a gf, but I know it's about coffee.

>>9367672
On a cold winter morning in the time before the light https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15JCb6P60Vw

>>9367651
Wasn't sensual enough