Coffee?

"Coffee?"

Two scoops of sugar,
No milk,
Served with a kiss and a smile.

I asked him at four
In the morning, April 15th,
After kissing for hours.
Now he asks me, months later
As we sit and hold each other.

A strange drink, this,
Showing lust and love,
An invitation
A sign of obedience.

Mornings I wake him,
Coffee and a blowjob.
Evenings it is a sign
Of my love for this
Smoking, caffeine-addicted
Man who captured my heart
By calling the next day
Cleaning up broken glass.

I watch as our future pours
Ahead of me, unknown and dark,
Sweet and served with a kiss.