Saturday, October 10, 2009

Sweet Nothings

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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