Two Cups of Coffee


I wake up with a poker face
You make a cup of coffee
Make it two
Filled to the rim with afterglow
Spill a few drops
From the kitchen to the bedroom
A few more drops of coffee hot
You spill when you hand it to me
I don't flinch
I've learned to accept pain
As part of romance
A greater good
A master plan
Secret ingredient
Pleasure numbs the pain
Of separation when I'm away

Like a cup of coffee hot
I swallow your sex
Without a second thought 
Of my man at home
Though it burns going down
I ask for a second cup.

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