i’m a junkie for your love, my sweet mistress caffeine. i try to drink you slowly, lovingly, but quickly find myself gulping you down, swallowing you whole with happy lustful abandon. i pause, considering the empty vessel at my lips, before licking it clean. i want more, but fear my heart would burst; instead, i sit happymanicsharp in your thrall, tiny rocking back and forth, eyes delighted at whatever they fix upon.
i try to remember life before you, when my obsessions drifted from girl to boy, day for night, and take solace in your unconditional lust, your unbreakable heart, as big and bright as the moon. do you remember when we met? your sweet sister matchmaker, blackshirt barista, whose siren song first guided me to your steamclad embrace? i was just a boy then, lost in your hazy coffeeshop and brave night wanderings. our love so raw and distilled, brutal truth and stomach-kicked, five to one shots up against the wall.
but we have evolved, you and i, so talented at masking our affair that we meet in daylight. now your discipline wears velvet gloves, so that i might endure your sharp caress every endless afternoon. our friends may laugh at our romance, but they can never touch as we touch. our very honesty masks our depredations, our glorious and irrational bliss. i am yours to command, my sweet ebony muse, now and forever.
