coffee

in the morning
    by little sips
hot, bitter
    with the aroma of passion
I enjoy a coffee and this coffee
kisses my lips
floods my tongue
runs down my throat
to reach my insides and
there it becomes sweet
 
in my nakedness
with a dark coffee like my skin
with so much love and
with so much desire to make love
what a pity
  that it is in a coffee
       where my desires
       my passion and
      my love
drown
without you