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 responses to “The Brewing”
“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!
I like this very much.
That’s the best compliment. Let me know when you do.
mmmm that’s sensuality for you. beautiful. 🙂