Ebony, onyx, black tea
Smooth, strong, rich...especially when steeped.
Finely textured with a smooth finish
Rough but silky, moody and mysterious
My eyes slant away as I catch myself staring
But surreptitious glances keep taking in his posture
Coolly confident and sexy as hell
My fidgeting and lip biting giving away my tell
I look directly at him and silently confess the connection
My insides quiver at his imperceptible nod
Acknowledging my acquiescence
I knew then that my battle was over
I understood that lines drawn were compromised
I allowed my inner goddess to gloat
And acceded to my fate. Pleasure. Pain. Sacrifice.