Steamy Cup


Passion stifled
like coffee
in a cup.
Nowhere to go.
Drink it down.

Cup on his crotch,
sharp exhale –
reminders of
warming touch.

Coffee drips
of lips
slick from
wet kisses.

Hot coffee
hot love
eventually cools –
cup is emptied.


*Poem was inspired by a conversation with Matt On Accident. Haha, Matt! Thank you for your sense of humor — you are very brave 😀 (Click here to visit his hilarious blog). ❤