Mmmmm....

Cold fingers cradling smooth porcelain, the slim handle caressing the back of my hand. Steam whisping up, waking my senses, warming my lips, my nose, catching kisses on closed lids like a lover's breath on dreaming eyes. Sultry, crisp, complex, it taps the barest edges of sleep numbed mind. Softly stroking, lightly flirting until I look and smile and murmur satisfaction deep within my chest. I smile, softly, just for this moment, not caring if others see. Hard edge presses bottom lip, permission for curling aroma to unleash its magic as hot and creamy kiss my lips and awaken my untried tongue. Hints of bitter and rich fullness sweep past the tip, curl light sweetness along the cooler length of tongue, pooling, filling, swirling, bathing my mouth in perfection. Past my mouth and down my throat, heat infused beauty curls in my chest. Outside and in, caressed into wakefulness.

God, I love coffee.