Other Ways To Espresso Love

The cream of our eyes swirled into a sugary glaze as a frosty stare-down brewed.

Hazelnut tipped and silk streamed ombre curls fell playfully from the soft stroke-back of hair. A silver band slivered its gleam in between strands, leaving a lone bang hiding coyly, peeking before a sharp but quiet side glance. My heart slipped from its buttery hotplate as the corner of my lips smirked willingly. There was a feeling of both eternity and uncertainty in that moment, as it inevitably escaped me, like gravity pulling a falling leaf to its feet. (Thud) A sudden jolt struck the sole of my kicks. A loosely worn black Chuck Taylor shoe adorned the adorably small footprint that preciously retreated to its counterpart, as if to hide itself from naughtiness. Every cell in my body reacted, yet every sense of self awareness faded – at that moment I believed that I can be anyone and anything you want me to be, and that I wouldn’t leave you; I couldn’t leave you. Beneath her sharply streamlined feline gaze, an arrangement of small pearly whites teethed her strawberry glossed lip; her quaint pucker seemed to let out a soft purr. Should I put my head in the lion’s mouth, I’d fall prey.. A blue pen appeared and lacerated broken scribbles into a blank region of my notebook.

On a blue afternoon I unveiled the body of work, and gently slipped the note out of its origami lingerie; hearts and kisses enveloped between its folds in verbal foreplay. I clung to every word, basic mentions of her route to work felt meaningful, even the heart laced “goodbye” lay smitten in the lovestruck footnote.
Inside, I was smothered with jagged pistons – the words behind my heart will soon reveal itself from the cut like a brandished dagger, to our dismay; but bleed the hopelessly endearing situation, also to much grief.

I wrote back.

Don’t even care if it’s real.
Solemnly swear, cross our hearts and dot the I’s; X,O’s, per my mind’s carbon copy-blind. I follow your daydreams and cigarette trails. You’re my perfect dark and favorite pill.
I’m leaning against your halls, visiting every flaw, those dimples’ say it all.
We build it up, just to tear it down; work up a sweat, just to dress it down.
Intertwine our vines, drown out our worries, swimming in our deep, wet stressful sounds.
Who knew a frown could contain so much pent up pleasure.
Hot and cold, I’ll tease your barometer measure;
caress and scold,
lock and load, 
we clash, heavy at war,
the gleam of your swell’s desire filled core.
True affection is audible, sweet to the touch, night rhythms “hypnotical” – making eyes, like a pendulum swung monocle.
What a dangerous game we play.

Purely anatomical, pleasure was meant to be functional, but emotionally combustible; Which is why we can never get too comfortable.
I expected nothing, but everything.
Just don’t go yet, tell me the lies I’ll believe.
If you want it,
say anything.

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17 thoughts on “Other Ways To Espresso Love

  1. I’m in rapture because I want to be her. I want to be the one that causes such ravenous affection to explode inside that submission!

    Perfection! Mission accomplished! I’ve totally lost it!

    Who is this gal? I hope you’re serious and going to marry her but also I hope she broke your heart so you can keep writing the stuff that keeps you longing.

    I loved it. I think you knew I would.

    😍

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    1. haha you’re too much, we are definitely on the same parallel!
      “I hope you’re serious and going to marry her but also I hope she broke your heart so you can keep writing the stuff that keeps you longing.” -This comment in itself is poetry, srs.

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  2. Holy…something superlative.
    I’m stunned. Here’s how I’m going to gush about this, it may take a while so settle in…
    Firstly, I picture the whole thing being read aloud in a gorgeous, charming, rustic coffee shop. You’re reading, someone insanely talented is playing mood music to accompany you on the piano. It’s raining sweetly outside. The aroma of coffee ensnares the senses. The woman that this is about is in the crowd, enraptured by your words , gazing at you and soaking in every word as you read it directly to her. If she wasn’t in love before, she is now.

    That’s how effing good this is, it wrote a story in my mind

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