A Love Story
He was always smiling from the way she made him feel. She sat there silent, sultry, dark and steaming hot He awoke each morning, eager to inhale her delicate fragrance Her subtle nuances and simple origins made his life have meaning He could live without her, but he did not want to So he chose her, again and again, day after day Their Morning ritual, their strong uncommon bond united as One. He now lingered, longer, as he brought her burning, closer to his waiting lips He parched, savoured her damp heat, a divine nectar, penetrating. Sated, he knew all was well In The World again. He chose her. He loved her. She Is Pure Black Magic ~ Coffee