The timer has been set to brew.
You grind the beans
as I push my flesh in you.
Milk the sex from you,
While creaming the nest for two.
Half and half.
We bathe in each other’s nectar.
Fertilizer spreads throughout the canal, combining the liquids for a thicker texture.
Fill my cup with your creamer.
I stuff myself inside you
to allow my grounds to lay deeper.
The pot fills until it spills over.
Leaving residue
until we pour it and start over.
Your latte is stirred with my spoon.
Always in season,
You’re my favorite flavor to consume.
Poetry 