I sit and stare as your steam rises
I watch your foam trickle down
With fumbling fingers I trace its path
and bring your sweet taste to my mouth
I dip my thumb into your cream
I stir the froth and feel your heat
that bubbles like molten lava
from a volcano, underneath.
I bring your cup up to my lips
I run my tongue around your rim
I ease aside your creamy defenses
and dip my tongue into your warm embrace
I sip your nectar with slow precision
I marvel at your heavy richness
a connoisseur sampling a new found taste
finding it so much to my liking
I end with cream around my face.
Much later as you lay, exhausted,
your taste still lingers in my mouth
my tongue still throbbing from its exertions
tingling from your heated responses
I run it slowly around my lips
all the while wondering how long
I must wait to savour
(for you have now made me a junkie)
your sweet nectar and flavour.
Hot Chocolate.