you taste like tea to me;
your scent splashes across my face,
you’re too hot, but i can’t wait to savor you.
you roll across my tongue, i linger
on the bottom lip.
you fill me up; warm and smooth down my throat,
eyes dazed, smile lazy,
i’ll finish you until you’re cold and spent.
you are my drug of choice–
the only choice first thing in the morning.
one cup isn’t enough,
i’ll take seconds, no thirds.
on the countertop, on the ledge,
i grip you harder, i sip you faster.
you made a mess on my shirt,
but i dip my fingers and twist and bite.
i wear you during the day, i dream about you at night.
you are my lullaby; you keep me up, past sunlight.