Coffee
We aren’t drinking the coffeeYou pour two coffees knowing full well they’ll be started but won’t get finished, the thought that in the next ten minutes you and I will be in the bedroom is flooding your mind, you hand me mine, but don’t let go of it immediately, you lean in, plant a tender kiss on my lips and as you breathe in, my perfume fills your head, you moan like you’re home after a rough day, and your heart is steady, until I bite gently at you...