Espresso

The scent of it
lingering on skin;
masking cologne
with a bolder scent.

Saturating cloth;
hair;
almost bone deep.

I sink into you –
twine with it;
that blast of La Bastilla
and lust
as one perfume.

An alchemy of us
that lingers in the air
of the kitchen
as the coffee brews.

Cheeks flush,
steam rises from cups;
drawing me – inexorably
back to your bed.

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