Coffee
A drop of café-au-lait rests unnoticed on your bottom lip, as you synchronize your mouth to the inhales and exhales within your chest. You speak in beautiful tongues, and your eyes flash with a fiery gaze as your passions seep through your words. Your breath is sweet of honey and wonder and magic and café-au-lait. I long for the taste of you, all of you, in all your versions of yourself.