You’d hold me in both hands and I’d keep you warm. Your lips, careful and bold, would slowly touch mine. Hot against your skin, I let the bittersweet whet your craving. And as I fill your nose with my scent, you’d smile at how delicious I smell before taking a deep breath to savor the moment. You’d close your eyes as you put your lips on me again, taking all of me in. I could make your heart flutter, or I could keep you up all night—either way, we become one.
But now that I think of it, you’ve never liked coffee. And you probably never will.