Simmering in the shadows of the kitchen,
He waited, dark and mysterious.
It wasn’t a matter of if, but when,
She’d come; she couldn’t stay away for long periods.
He was her drug, her delicious addiction,
She’d seek him out for a daily fix.
Without him, she couldn’t really function,
His strength and intensity were a heady mix.
And then, he heard her, seeking him out,
In the dark, stumbling slowly.
She reached out, wrapping her hands about
His warmth, sighing softly.
She raised him to her lips and said,
“Oh coffee, every day you make me want to get out of bed.”