Second Hand Coffee

I'll take my coffee second hand
twice warmed by lovers lips,
tasteing the heat of passion
in every drop that drips.

Salted by her untook kiss
a fact soon rectified,
as I take my coffee second hand
and from the sheets we slide.

Nibbling at her bottom lip
whilst moving to her chin,
my fingers trace her features
in the ink of aching skin.

Her arched back and risen bussom
glistening with pearls of sweat,
smeared by my sweet kisses
where our bodies softly met.
 
So serve me up your luscious lips
let me taste of you once more,
as I drink deep your promises
of what yet waits instore.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

great metaphor and imagery. very sensual erotica.

[Becky C Strukamp]

OH my my my...I didn't know whether to run for a drink or lust!! This was a most delicious writing. Loved it!!

[EMF]

Just one thing... thsi coffee, what kind was it. These are the pointless pedantic points I need to know. Ph. Sorry I came over all Pretentious Canadian there for a moment. This is bloody brilliant. Smart, funny romantic, and simply wonderful. No. Better than that.

[Lily Mae]

All this and coffee? lol