Coffee and Pleasantries

Bookstore was packed
Wasn't sure I'd find him in the hustle and bustle of people scanning shelves.
But my body must have felt the heat of his eyes radiating as he stared me up and down savoring me like a hot cup of coffee, the moment my eyes found his i could see the way he had been and was still thirsting for me.
But first the pleasantries, him and me the usual spill of banter and blushing, and cussing.
Sweet as sugar was the game we played, but after the sweet came the strong hot taste of him, of me sticky, strong, hot, coffee and sex.
We had a connection he and I,
Poetic unison, collaboration of pens and sharing of flavors and beds.
"T where do you want this to go?" i'd ask him every time we laid attempting catch of breath.
Kiss on the forehead brush of his finger on my nose.
"Your adorable you know."
I'd laugh and smack him with apillow "I am not, did you not see what we just did."
He'd laugh hysterical
"Yea I seem to remember you purred like a kitten, as I said adorable."
He'd boast.
He knew that I wanted him, wanted more then this, but I was content to stick with the arrangement.
The heat of him pressed to my skin, the way my body fit and cascaded so well with his.
The pleasantries, knowing every inch of him from skin to within.
My demons melted when with his as if I were sugar and he hot, steamy coffee.
"T fuck the pleasantries, your place fuck me like you hate me and hold me like you love me, I want...I crave...
More..
Coffee.