I am an addict.
There are some mornings where the entirety of my body and soul desires no more than a hot steaming mug of coffee.
Preferably a dark roast.
With cup in hand, I find myself whispering sweet nothings to it.
"Darlin' you smellin' good."
"Sweet thang, where you been all my life?"
"So dark, so rich, so smooth- Baby I'm in love with you."
Standing barefoot in my dark blue robe, I do my best Barry White "Ooooh, yeah."
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