סיפורה של מתחלפת

I’m craving coffee, dark chocolate, and marzipan.

I want you on your knees, serving it to me with steaming hot coffee in one hand, frozen dark chocolate in the other.

I want to taste the marzipan from your lips, and when I’m done, let you taste every inch of me.

I want you to crave mornings like this, the way I crave a lustful night that dissolves into dawn. Crave my sweet scent the way I long to feel you behind me, breathing me in, absorbing every last molecule of last night still clinging to my skin.

Your Dior cologne, mixed with the taste of the bar we stopped at before coming home, ignites a fire neither of us wants to put out.

I’m craving morning coffee and dark chocolate with you, because sometimes the simplest gesture is just another way of saying- I love you.