Coffee Mate

Sipping warm, brown liquid from a smooth ceramic mug,

I stare at the computer’s digital pages flowing with creamy words.

Sweet steamy fragrance wafts around me while I muse with the Muse.

My contemplation cuts off when I hear the telltale snap of your book going shut

and the dull plop as it hits the bedcovers.

You must have had enough with the tantalizing aroma teasing your senses.

My gaze shifts to the mug on the coaster as I finger the rim,

ready to defend my right to rich caffeine.

Your footsteps stalk closer until you stand beside me.

Your chocolate gaze meets my minty blue even as your calloused fingers

caress the mug’s smooth sides.

The challenge evident in our stares,

will you dare steal my beverage when you can so easily get your own?

I flinch in surprise as our lips meet in a delicious kiss.

You pull back long enough to savor your sample and playfully say,

“Mm, Irish Cream never tasted so good.”