Italian ground espresso,
In the Moka that you got me,
Brewing like the sexual tension between us
Smooth and bold,
Like the way you kiss me-
A hint of sweet,
Mirroring the words you say to me.
Made with love,
I slowly sip and savor,
With patience,
So that I dont burn my tongue.
After all,
Patience is a virtue.
It wakes me,
The same way you do with your body between my legs,
Pressed against me,
Like this coffee cup to my lips.
The aroma is complex,
And sophisticated-
Just like your beautiful mind.
I inhale,
Taste,
Indulge,
And close my eyes-
Reminiscing on every kiss I've stolen,
From your soft, delicate lips.
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