His skin smelled like coffee
His breath warm foam
Peppery kisses
Making me moan

What mouth is this?
Holding mine firm
Like foreign letters
In a close kern

What tongue is this?
Sipping me slow
Like words rarely spoken
Too strong to do so

Precious, so precious
The meaning unturned
Sweet nectar released
Coffee – it burns

4 thoughts on “The Brewing

  1. “Like words rarely spoken”

    is my favourite line.

    sigh. you’re about to bring out the poet in me. i feel the need to do some writing now too as well!

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