coffee, cock, and chocolate

coffee, cock, and chocolate

she needs them every day.
it's a blatant addiction;
she's not too far gone
to admit this to herself.
she's learned to manage
with moderation in all things.

weekdays she stays engaged
in a regimen of self improvement.
when weekends come,
she likes to hole up tight,
utterly indulging in her delight
for a few of her favorite things:

coffee, cock, and chocolate

she likes them all dark;
it's the intensity she's after:
unfiltered grittiness,
unhindered bitterness,
unbridled passion.
its the allure of the contrast
to her soft, light, pale world.

'only the best for me' is her motto.
she learned discernment long ago,
part of a privileged upbringing,
and her family's fortune
ensures she can afford it.

coffee, cock, and chocolate

her mornings are steamy affairs,
her stainless espresso machine
fountaining thick, frothy ichor.
she favors indonesian beans,
well roasted, it mellows the buzz.
she prepares it the night before;
it only takes the flip of a switch,
it makes it easy for the guests.

she tries to keep it easy.
she tried 'relationships' before
but found them restricting,
too often traumatic in ending,
and declared herself on hiatus,
devoted to her medicine path.

coffee, cock, and chocolate

she hand grinds dark nibs
with stone mortar and pestle,
with a generous dollop of
local wildflower honey,
and a hefty pinch of her
handharvested sea salt.

that's for the special times;
for daily doses she resorts
to the best bought bars:
fair trade, certified organic,
nothing under eighty percent.
selection is seduction,
exciting in its own way.

coffee, cock, and chocolate

she likes to be taken with force,
a force that overwhelms her,
pressing against her edges,
bringing her beyond the brink
of her reserved, cultured life.
they know that realm far better
and have the power to deliver her.

she finds them easily enough,
a pretty young white girl
with a behind like she has
already an open invitation.
of course she is selective;
life is to short for drama
or medical complications.

'quality over quantity' she swears,
but it's a close matched bid.
its not simply size that matters;
she desires the spice of life:
the variety of earthy aromas,
the buffet of musky flavors,
the tapestry of veiny flesh,
the deep, husky chorus of
'suck it's and 'take it all's.

coffee, cock, and chocolate

she wonders if she'll ever get her fill,
if her hunger for habitual pleasure
will someday loose its edge.
she wonders if life without it
would be worth living.
she wonders which bar to sample
while dressing for her hunt.

the future is always uncertain;
the ample coin of ancestors
keeps the present moment
comfortably provided for.
as long as life offers the options,
she will reap the rewards
she so richly deserves.

coffee, cock, and chocolate