Coffee by Ayya Al Badr

Posted on April 23, 2012 by


What invariably pleasured me more than your burn was the anticipation of it, and so I waited, like I always did.

I waited until I thought I was finally ready to feel your heat bite at my lips and the tip of my tongue. I waited for the little routine that came afterwards; the quick instinctive push I’d give you, the immediate desire I’d get to have you back, and then the deciding against my better judgement that I liked you best in this state, anyway. That’s when I’d engulf myself in you once more, every drop of you warming my throat and gradually coursing through the rest of my body, filling me with happiness.


You’ve always had a way of enhancing things. You melt away my irritations, you awaken me. You calm me in the worst situations and make the good ones all the better.

You, you’re perfect. Addictive, even in your bitterness. Warm, even when you’re doused in ice.

You, you’re magnificent. My relief from whatever stress I have biting at my nerves. My escape from whatever chill I have ringing through my bones. My only consistent companion, and at a lot of times, my only comfort.

You give and give, but all you’re willing to take in return is my perpetual gratitude for everything you’ve done and everything you will continue to do.


So, thank you.

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