So, he brought this to me. For fuller flavor. To ignite taste. His mouth on mine, i taste it. Fresh and dark and filling me with longing. Our love affair began with coffee...Introduced by a friend, he walked down to the beach to meet me, coffee, in a jar. His strong hands touching mine as he handed over what would begin to be a daily part of our ritual. So i hold my cup, smiling across the table at him...and breathe it in....breathing it all in.
