Coffee and a Kiss

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Coffee and a Kiss

It’s been a while since I’ve written a Coffee piece, it’s also been a while, a long while since I’ve written an erotic piece.

I remember, she said, I asked you this long ago, a little while after we’d met.
I asked you how you were going to kiss me the first time we kissed.
I remember your smile, a small smile, the deep breath you took, the way your head tilted a little to the side, nodded the way you do.
Maybe, you said, maybe I’ll ask you if I can kiss you. Maybe I’ll say something like I’d really like to kiss you right now.
Maybe it will be a moment where we’re sitting opposite each other and we’re talking, and it just happens, it arises and it’s there, and we kiss.
Maybe it will be that we’re quiet, we’re looking at each other, our eyes are seeing so much, and slowly, so slowly, it’s almost as if it’s not happening it’s so slow, we come closer, closer, something inside of us drawing our mouths together.
Maybe it will be one moment, one breath where my lips touch yours so gently, so softly, for just one moment, and we can feel it, feel it, lingering, tingling.
Maybe I’ll look at you, wrap my hand in your hair, pull your head back, open your throat and kiss you, hard and deep, my tongue filling your mouth.
We looked at each other, and I remember she said, I’d like you to kiss me, every way…