My Coffee Addiction

My cup of
coffee
is your dark espresso
skin
against mine. I inhale your
luscious aroma, like chicory, and breathe you in deeply,
my king.
Your body is the cup I
wrap my hands around and
your tongue is
caffeine, making me jittery, accelerating
my heartbeat; your soft breath steams my ear.
I’ll refill my cup with you again and again,
savoring each drop of my special brew.
You are my liquid strength and my morning ritual,
my coffee addiction.