Like coffee…


Like all good things.
It takes time.
Growing slowly.
Grinding hard.
Pressed and pushed.
Filtered through.
I love it hot and dark.
I do.
Dark aromas lift my senses.
Morning not the same without it.
Any time, day or night.
It feels like mocha kisses.
Against my own warm lips.
Such a delight.
Coursing through me slowly.
Thrilling as it warms.
Synapse snaps and brain does buzz.
An espresso hit of epicness.
Like a wave of hot dark pleasure.
No two are the same.
Creamy taste upon my tongue.
Last drop too good to waste.
Squeeze the life from each dark bean.
To give me pleasure so…

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