Coffee. Together.

I see you, we smile,
exchange pleasantries
and then we sit.

Our coffees face another
next to the sugars and spices,

A duality –
you & I
sugar & spice
and our javas.

As I listen to your milky voice and
watch aromas from our cups gyrate,
I wonder what that tender, secret
spot on your neck smells like.

As I drink my coffee and caress the
richness of the beans within,
I wonder what your lips taste like.

As my fingers playfully dance
with the sugar, my eyes linger on yours.
I wonder how sweet you would feel.

As warmth of the cup permeates my hand,
I wonder how sensual your skin
would feel next to mine.

My coffee now empty,
all I can think about is
consuming you.

Check, please?
I say with warm smile
and twinkle in eye

Together we leave
hands entwined,
hearts stolen.

(Photo courtesy of and copyrighted by andavis86)

By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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