She sat there silent, sultry, dark and steaming hot
He awoke each morning, eager to inhale her delicate fragrance
Her subtle nuances and simple origins made his life have meaning
He could live without her, but he did not want to
So he chose her, again and again, day after day
Their Morning ritual, their strong uncommon bond united as One.
He now lingered, longer, as he brought her burning, closer to his waiting lips
He parched, savoured her damp heat, a divine nectar, penetrating.
Sated, he knew all was well In The World again.
He chose her.
He loved her.
She Is Pure Black Magic
~ Coffee