I have a romantic love affair with coffee.
I long for the scent of the brew, the way it caresses my lips, only to leave behind its sweet yet bitter taste on my tongue. I long for the way it moves through my body, fuelling it for the 9-5 dance.
There is no other elixir that turns me on as such. I look forward to our meeting every morning, and on occasion an afternoon delight can feel oooooh so right.
Lady of the hour, you come with such great power. I think I love you. -tM