Espresso

In that small demitasse,
He saw heaven.

Rich crema…
Warm to the touch…

An alluring aroma,
Rounded by the semi-sweet,
Salted caramel he knew to be hidden,
Inside.

Almost perfect…

Until he thought of the warmth of her beauty,
The sweetness of her lips,
The deep captivating depth of her dark eyes.

Espresso for his heart.

 

© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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