We meet every morning,
and when I don't see you
I'm disappointed.
Even Irritable.
I drag myself through the day
Like a slug.
I've memorized your scent.
I could recognize it
in a crowd of people.
Our steamy breath mingles
in the early hours
of the morning.
I savour your taste
on my lush, pink lips
long after you are gone.
Sometimes my desire for you
is irresistible.
My limbs shake,
my head aches
to feel your warmth
inside me.
You make me excited,
and anxious.
Sometimes so much so
That we only see each other
in small doses.
But, don't grow cold about it.
It's for the best.
You know what they say,
"can't have too much of a good thing,"
because it loses its appeal.
You don't want to go stale, do you?
Don't worry,
I still trust you
to get me through tomorrow.
I'll see you in the morning.
The two of us,
savoring sweet simplicity,
of a Sunday morning
just me and my Coffee.
