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.

My heart trembles within my ribs as your hands move in a delicate choreography between fingers and words. I watch as your fingertips dance and sway in harmony with the storytelling that proudly escapes your lips. You are assertive and bold and beautiful. I long for the moment you lay beside me in silence as we rest in the darkness, where interlaced fingers speak softly for us.

Your eyes raise from your café-au-lait to meet mine. You are magnificent. I crave your skin and the shivers that arise as my hands slowly graze up and down your shape. I seek comfort in the curvature of your body; you are the mold in which I melt as we become one in an unparalleled closeness. Your eyes sparkle like pools of gold. You mesmerize me.

Your tongue flicks away the last drop of café-au-lait on your lip. You step closer, and I breathe you in. You are the glistening dew in a forest at sunrise. You are the blooming flowers of a lilac tree in the late days of spring. You are the crashing waves of the ocean on a sunny day. You are ferocious and delicate all at once.

Pressed together. Intimate and sincere, your hand glides through my hair and I pull you in. Chest to chest, breathing in harmony. I am the inhale, and you are the exhale. My knees tremble at your touch, a vibration of yearning and longing. In your embrace, my lips press to yours, and I taste all of you; you are sweet and strong and soft, like a sip of café-au-lait.