Coffee

My god!

I fucking want you.

The thought of waking up,

making you hot,

then tasting you on my lips.

Totally consuming you

only to do it again and again and again . . .

because on cup of coffee is never enough.

I remember I first started to develop a taste for coffee in the Army. Specifically, in the field in the Army. When you're in the field, eating from mermites or from MREs, every morsel of food is precious. This includes the coffee packet. 

From an MRE my favorite morale booster was to take the dehydrated, dry, crumby poundcake, tear open the packet, crumble the cake up into a gravelly state, add the hot cocoa packet, the coffee packet, the sugar packet, the creamer packet and water then stir. Ranger pudding! Yum. Then eventually, coffee alone came into play. Anytime I got an MRE without poundcake I would just use the cracker as the medium. Coffee slowly became a bigger and bigger treat. 

Now, I enjoy coffee, sure. But this one, really got me! Thanks Just Kate and Raven Brood.