cup of joe - gertrude (formerly veuve noire)
November 10, 2003 5:50 p.m.
Hands in clasped caress absorb heat as cold, stiff tips touch the flimsy cardboard. So thin, this cardboard, it burns, but the cold burns more cruely.
Eyes meet; he eggs me on.
Peeling lips, licked to much, part.
Raise the rim of the cup to the cusp of the mouth. Cool it with a blow. Inhale it. Taste the steam: a tantilizing teaser of a future of addiction.
Tip it.
Contact.
Burning flesh and freshly ground, it is swallowed. Ingested it envelopes me. Agony and bliss (later blisters) tingling on my tongue.
I won't taste again for days. Then I'll taste it again.
*reply to first time prompt